The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 27

No sooner had she finished speaking than Freya burst through the classroom door with such force that everyone inside was startled.

Luna couldn't help but shout a "Holy cow!" in sheer astonishment.

All eyes in the room instantly turned to Freya, including Ronan's. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, Ronan stood out with his tall, lean figure and striking features, accentuated by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His demeanor was cold and detached, a sharp contrast to the bustling classroom.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm late!" Freya announced, her voice booming across the room, filled with an unexpected confidence.

Her bold apology sent a ripple of suppressed laughter through the students. Who else could declare their being late with such audacity?

tersely, his gaze shifting away from Freya as he continued the

peeking from the doorway, felt her soul nearly leave her body in shock. Since when had Freya become so bold? Gone was the timid and gentle friend

had no stomach for the elite's bluster typically found in

locked on Ronan throughout the class. His occasional glances in her direction only

Seizing the moment, Freya dashed

shows it's worth $5 billion, and I

tightened, a rare crack in his stoic

leading the way to a secluded lounge on the seventh floor. Once there, he swiftly pulled Freya inside, pinning her against the wall with an intensity that made her heart skip a

what's this about?" he

her breath. Despite their minimal interactions, she hadn't anticipated Ronan's

Beckett, aren't you going to answer my question