Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 98

“I don’t know what I can do to make up for the harm I’ve caused you, so I told Liam everything about that night. The rest is up to you both.”

The phone was handed back to Liam.

Through the receiver, she heard his breathing.

She didn’t know how to start, and neither did Liam.

In the end, Freya spoke first. “What happened with Lily, I hope you keep it to yourself. If you don’t, I won’t let you off

Liam sounded weary and exhausted. “Freya, even now, the first thing you say to me still shows you don’t trust me.”

Freya said, “You lied to me once, and I kept something from you once. By your logic, we’re even now.”

Liam asked, “Freya, I just want to know where you are and if you’re safe.”

“I’m… at a friend’s place. I’m very safe.”

You’re lying. I asked Lily; you don’t have other friends in Sairo,” Liam said. “I know you don’t want to see me, and you’re hiding on purpose. Tell me your address. I promise I won’t bother you. I’ll have Ryan pick you up.”

Liam continued, “Freya, it’s windy and raining tonight. You’re alone out there, and I really can’t stop worrying. Lily can’t either.

‘How about I give her the phone back and let Lily pick you up? Is that alright?”

Freya immediately said, “Don’t disturb Lily’s work. I told you I’m in a very safe place right now. I…”

The phone was suddenly taken away.

Ryan was somehow already standing behind her, frowning as he looked at her phone screen,

Freya was startled. “Did I wake you up?”

Ryan didn’t say anything. He stretched his long arm past her and closed the window.

The wind, rain, and cold were all kept outside.

No lights were on in the living room, and even the moonlight was absent tonight. The streetlights only hit up the road, their glow couldn’t reach the sixty–fourth floor.

The whole room was unusually dark

After closing the window, Ryan didn’t withdraw his arm but instead placed it on the wallside her head.

Freya instinctively stepped to the right, but Ryan noticed her movement first. With his free hand, he pressed against the wall, blocking her escape.

Freya was almost trapped between the wall and his chest, and as he gradually leaned closer, their breaths mingled in the

narrow space.

Freya couldn’t figure out what he was doing. She shoved him hard and said, “Why are you acting crazy so late at night?”

Freya couldn’t resist him.

Ryan still held her phone in his hand. Liam waited anxiously for her reply, urgently calling out to her, ‘Freya? Freya, are you still there? Freya?”

“Have you softened your heart?” Ryan’s voice suddenly grew deeper than ever before.

It carried a forceful, oppressive energy, ready to erupt at any moment.

Freya frowned, struggling to break free. “Get up first…”

Ryan gently pushed her shoulder, sending her back to her original spot. Her back hit the wall with a dull, muffled sound.

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