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.

hell-bent on proving Susan was Freya, squeezing her hand with

though her hand was reddening,

Now we'll have to

the ointment? I'll get it

to remove all the foundation and the flesh-colored silicone hiding her wounds, exposing them fully to

feeling the sting

that ointment. It

pain. But it ran out quickly, and

anywhere."

at Kieran's request and tailored to her injuries. At first, the results were remarkable, but the efficacy seemed to diminish

in contact with Kieran, she was too proud to ask him for more, preferring to endure the pain than showing

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