The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

As the sun set, Ronan escorted Freya back to her apartment.

He had specifically chosen this apartment for Freya. It was not far from Summit University. The place boasted excellent facilities and utmost privacy, ensuring a hassle-free life.

Stepping out of the car, Freya could hardly walk. She had to rely on Ronan's support to reach the apartment building.

She flung her high heels off in frustration, vowing never to torture herself with them again. "Whoever likes them can have them. I've had enough!" "Are they that painful?"

"Are you kidding? Next time, Mr. Beckett, why don't you try strutting in high heels? Plus, I was injured. Walking was sheer agony!"

"Your acting was so convincing. I didn't even notice you were in pain." With that, Ronan checked the injury on the back of Freya's hand.

Susan was Freya, squeezing her hand with all his might during their handshake, hoping to

the satisfaction, even though her hand was reddening, and she didn't

almost healed. Now we'll have

the ointment? I'll

run out." Freya looked at her reddened hand and went to the bathroom to remove all the foundation and the flesh-colored silicone hiding her wounds,

sighed, feeling the sting

"Kieran must have spent a fortune on that

But it ran out quickly, and now, I

anywhere."

the ointment specially formulated by international experts at Kieran's request and tailored to her injuries. At first, the

contact with Kieran, she was too proud to ask