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Freya Morrison never expected to see Oliver Charles here.
His face still bore that arrogant look, as if no one was worthy of his attention, his chin lifted slightly, just like back in school...
But when he saw her, his voice faltered, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he was stunned on the spot.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air was thick with awkwardness.
Freya's heart felt as if it was being gripped by something, suffocating her to the point where she struggled to breathe. Her hand, mid-knock, hovered in the air; her fingertips curled slightly, then she swallowed, paused, and finally drew her hand back. She lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze, and asked, "Is Iris here?"
Oliver Charles stared at her.
Ever since she left, he had been trying hard to forget her.
