Chapter 7

It was just one evening, and Freya, who had been all over Kieran with sweetness and light, seemed to have transformed into someone entirely different.

"Luna, let's go." Freya didn't even spare Kieran another glance as if looking at him one more time would make her sick.

Luna was drunk and still clueless about what had just happened.

And Silas was more baffled. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol and wondered if he was seeing things.

The Freya, who had once spoken to Kieran in whispers, as caring and gentle as Eloise, had raised her hand against Kieran. And not just that, but slapped him across the face? "Kieran..." Silas waved his hand before Kieran's face, asking, "You're not knocked silly, right?"

Kieran seemed not to have recovered from the shock of that slap. Frowning, he pointed toward the door, "She dared to hit me?"

did. The slap

Kieran's expression turned even

him moments before, Kieran couldn't help but laugh angrily. "Tell the

day, in the Dawson family, Freya frowned as she

her to the bone. If Audrey hadn't insisted she become Mrs. Sutton, Kieran wouldn't

also slapped Kieran, grinding his pride into the dust. How could Kieran not want to

time. Thankfully, Mr. Sutton

it should be you, Johanna. I'm not

"You stupid child, how can you be so thoughtless? Your father is gone, and if we don't rely on

demeanor

had extended a helping hand to the Dawson family, and Johanna had since been drilling into her the notion that Kieran harbored feelings

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