Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1865

Freya shifted her eyes to the man.

A chic, limited-edition white convertible was parked at the roadside. There was a young man inside, who was wearing a white shirt beneath a linen vest. His curly black hair was parted with a ratio of four to six, while his fringe was blown up, exposing his forehead and exquisite eyebrows. He had pretty thin lips and a high nose bridge where a pair of black-rimmed glasses sat. With his outstanding presence, he looked like a handsome and elegant young man who had just stepped right out of a comic book.

Even a woman like Freya who was used to seeing handsome men zoned out for a short moment.

Previously, she used to think that some male celebrities seemed alluring when wearing glasses.

Next to the man in front of her, however, those celebrities paled in comparison.

Nevertheless… This handsome man looked familiar. When the man noticed her gaze, he smiled smugly.

He took a bouquet of pink roses from the rear seat. After that, he opened the car door and strode toward Freya.

Under everyone’s admiring gazes, he approached her…

As soon as he stopped in front of her, he handed her the roses. The scent filled her nose. “Wifey, here are 27 stalks of roses, which signifies my love for you.”

fixed his eyes on her with a smile. His two charming dimples coupled

dazed and

was no wonder she found him familiar. It turned

that he had suddenly changed his style, he looked like a gentleman. Not only did he change his car and hairstyle but he had also put on a pair of glasses. Anyway,

get off work. As such, a crowd

man

and

of dollars. Not everyone who’s rich

not that lucky?

around, she lifted her head and looked at the man who seemed to be drawn by a

to thump

the sight of

her calm mind was becoming

of someone recording them with their phone, she subconsciously

she said

hand