The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 220

Freya gasped sharply, her breath frosting in the air.

At that, Kieran instinctively released his grip on her.

Without looking back, Freya stormed down the stairs.

"Jarrett, keep up."

"Right away." Jarrett followed closely behind Freya. Wherever she went, he was there. If she took the stairs, so did he.

When they reached the pharmacy on the ground floor, Freya realized she didn't have a bag to carry her medications. Trying to juggle six boxes in her hands proved futile as they started to scatter on the floor. Just as she was about to pick them up, she saw Kieran's immaculate leather shoes.

She held her breath in annoyance. 'Hell, Kieran is like a bad penny!

"Jarrett, pick those up for Ms. Dawson."

bent down and gathered all the scattered boxes

stood up, facing Kieran.

Kieran replied with a satisfied

at Kieran's face, her voice cold as ice. "Looking for a

title of being Kieran's fiancée, you're nothing. Now, I'm offering you a chance to choose again. Continue being the downtrodden Ms. Dawson,

Freya snapped back, yanking her arm free from his grip. She continued with disgust in her eyes, "Being the fiancée of someone from the Sutton family? I'm not interested. I'd rather be the 'downtrodden Ms.

Freya left the hospital

her leave, fury rising within him. In anger, he threw the boxes on

Det

calm him, "Mr.

Please, don't be

ensure she learns, without

the hospital, Freya walked to the street corner. A counselor had brought her to the hospital, but

Freya felt like she had hit rock bottom

me, are you Ms. Dawson?" A man in a bodyguard's suit