The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Freya had no intention of playing the tragic side character in this story.

As she was mulling over her situation, Kieran suddenly grabbed her arm.

Freya instantly went on alert, glaring at Kieran and instinctively trying to pull her arm back. "What the heck are you doing?"

"Stay still." Kieran looked down at the alarming scars on Freya's arm and said, "I promised to take care of you until you fully recover. Don't try playing games with me, pretending to delay your recovery on purpose."

"As if I have time for that," Freya snapped back without mercy. She thought he was crazy. She was eager for her wounds to heal quickly so she could ace her finals at Summit University.

Pulling her hand free, she said, "My arm is healing just fine. Thank you very much. I'll be ready for physical therapy in a month, so there's no need for your concern, Mr. Sutton." "Yet, I hear you've been cramming at the library, trying to cover every possible subject for the finals?"

"Kieran, are you having me followed?" Freya couldn't believe he would stoop to such tactics.

Kieran's expression remained calm and detached. "You're overthinking it. I don't need to follow you. People report your whereabouts to me."

After saying that, Freya got the picture. It seemed the dean of Summit University was eager to curry favor with Kieran, looking to hit their annual performance targets. 'Alright then. If that's how Kieran wants to play it.' Freya thought.

Freya retorted, "I was bored, so I hit the library. You're reading too much into it, Mr. Sutton. As for the finals, I'm not even sweating it."

"Really?" Kieran scoffed. "Given your past performance, do you think you can graduate? Dream on! Maybe if you begged me, I might consider helping you out."

Looking at Kieran's smug face, Freya

curse him out as a 'damn

wished she could spit at him and

businessman.' But she held back her anger, saying, "If you came here to waste my time with this nonsense, suggest you leave and let me rest."

After that, Freya turned and lay on her bed, showing she had finished the conversation.

Waiting at the door, Jarrett cautiously entered after a while and said to Kieran, "Mr. Sutton, it's about time."

Since noon, after Flavia had left, Mr.

Sutton claimed he wasn't interested in Freya's affairs, yet he couldn't resist coming over. He had a meeting scheduled for 4 PM, but there he was, wasting half an hour. If Audrey found it out, there would be hell to pay.

Kieran's gaze finally shifted away from Freya as he replied indifferently, "Understood."

As he was about to leave, he paused by the doorway and added, "Someone will pick you up for the hospital tomorrow. Don't oversleep."

With her eyes closed, Freya pretended not to hear. Ignoring him was her best defense. Kieran was the last person she wanted to deal with.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

After the sound of the door closing, she finally opened her eyes and defiantly flipped the bird toward the door.

Outside, Jarrett followed Kieran,

reporting, "Mr. Sutton, we've tried e

digging into this Susan from

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Group, but there's nothing on her. It's

like she's a ghost."

Kieran frowned. "Nothing?"

"Nothing. I've used all our contacts abroad, and still, we've found no trace of Susan's records. It indicates she's no ordinary person." "Keep looking."

"That might be difficult," Jarrett hesitated, adding, "Perhaps we should consider arranging a private meeting with this Susan?"