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?"

"Yeah, she did. The slap mark is still

this, Kieran's expression turned

but

Freya frowned as she sat on the living room sofa. "What? Not calling

to the bone. If Audrey hadn't insisted

had also slapped Kieran, grinding his pride into the dust. How could

her chest as if she had survived a catastrophe and said, "I thought Mr. Sutton was furious this time. Thankfully, Mr. Sutton isn't holding it against us. Freya, you should quickly go

said, "If anyone should apologize, it should be you, Johanna. I'm not marrying

so thoughtless? Your father is gone, and if we don't rely on the Sutton family, how can we

that, Freya's demeanor turned even

father's death had been when she was most vulnerable. It was then that Kieran had extended a helping hand to the Dawson family, and Johanna had since been drilling into her the notion that Kieran harbored

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