Chapter 220

Freya gasped sharply, her breath frosting in the air. At that, Kieran instinctively released his grip on her. Without looking back, Freya stormed down the stairs.

“Jarrett, keep up.”

“Right away,” Jarrett followed closely behind Freya. Wherever she went, he was there. If she took the stairs, so did he.

When they reached the pharmacy on the ground floor, Freya realized she didn’t have a bag to carry her medications. Trying to juggle six boxes in her hands proved futile as they started to scatter on the floor. Just as she was about to pick them up, she saw Kieran’s immaculate leather shoes.

She held her breath in annoyance. ‘Hell, Kieran is like a bad penny!’

“Jarrett, pick those up for Ms. Dawson.”

“Understood.” Jarrett bent down and gathered all the scattered boxes from the floor.

Freya stood up, facing Kieran. “Mr. Sutton, enjoying the show?”

“I find it rather amusing,” Kieran replied with a satisfied smirk.

But the next instant, Freya threw the boxes at Kieran’s face, her voice cold as ice. “Looking for a laugh at my expense? Dream on.”

Turning on her heel, Freya walked away, but Kieran reached out, grabbing her arm tightly. “I’ve told you before! Without the title of being Kieran’s fiancée, you’re nothing. Now, I’m offering you a chance to choose again. Continue being the downtrodden Ms. Dawson, or become my fiancée!”

“Mr. Sutton, aren’t you too full of yourself?” Freya snapped back, yanking her arm free from his grip. She continued, with disgust in her eyes, “Being the fiancée of someone from the Sutton family? I’m not interested. I’d rather be the ‘downtrodden Ms. Dawson.’ But let me warn you, Kieran. Don’t be too quick to celebrate. It’s not yet clear who will have the last laugh.”

With that, Freya left the hospital behind her. Kieran watched her leave, fury rising within him. In anger, he threw the boxes on the ground.

Jarrett quickly tried to calm him. “Mr. Sutton, Ms. Dawson was speaking out of anger! Please, don’t be upset!”

“Fine, Freya wants it this way? Then I’ll ensure she learns that, without being my fiancée, she’s nothing!”

Outside the hospital, Freya walked to the street corner. A counselor had brought her to the hospital, but thanks to Kieran, the counselor was incapacitated, leaving Freya to fend for herself and hail a cab.

What a low point. Freya felt like she had hit rock bottom to have anything to do with someone like Kieran!

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Dawson?” A man in a bodyguard’s suit approached her.

Freya frowned. “Yes, what is it?”

“Our boss would like to see you.” The bodyguard said, gesturing toward a sleek black Maybach not too far away.

Upon seeing the car, Freya’s heart sank. Sitting inside, Preston rolled down the window and caught her eye.

Considering how hard it was to get a cab outside the hospital, and despite her annoyance with Preston for getting her involved in the mess, Freya had no choice but to accept the ride.

As soon as she got into the car, she said, “Please, Mr. Tyler, I need to get home.”

Preston replied nonchalantly, “I thought you’d ask how I knew you were at the hospital.”

Freya muttered, “No need for that. You had someone watching me.”

“What was that?”