Let Me Go Mr Hill novel Chapter 2150

Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2150

“Yes, I liked it a lot when I kissed you, ” Ryan interrupted her.

Freya’s heart skipped a beat. She could not meet his gaze anymore. “ Is that so? But I think you’ll like kissing other women a lot too.”

“I don’t know about that.”

The corners of Ryan’s mouth were curved. “Freya, if only I was the one who got to know you first.”

Freya held her breath.

Did he mean what she was thinking? Was she just overthinking?

“You… Stop talking nonsense. It’s late. Let’s go back.”

She started the car and drove while feeling overwhelmed.

Things were getting increasingly out of hand tonight.

“Freya, when I kissed you just now, I thought it felt familiar like I’ve kissed you before,” Ryan suddenly said, “Did we kiss each other before in our past lives?”

Freya’s head buzzed. She did not know how to answer that question. She spoke again when the car had driven a considerable distance, “ Is that so? I think you must be really drunk.”

“Maybe. I drank quite a lot tonight. ” Ryan’s voice softened as he spoke. He even closed his eyes.

Freya glanced at him secretly. The light from the streetlamps outside the window fell on his handsome face. His lips were curved. He looked clean and untainted.

Her gaze settled on his lips for a few seconds. She lifted her hand and secretly touched her lips.

There were traces that he had left all over her lips.

He said it would have been better if he was the one who got to know her first.

She also wanted to say the same.

After standing up, he pushed her away and lost his balance. He stumbled a few steps backward and knocked into the partition behind him.

“You’re really drunk.” Jessica’s pretty eyes watched him complicatedly. “Don’t be stubborn. You’re so drunk that you can’t even walk properly. Your status is different from before. It’ll be embarrassing if you fall outside.”

Forrest laughed coldly. His body that was leaning against the partition was swaying.

Jessica walked over and placed his arm over her neck.

She held her bag in one hand and supported Forrest’s waist with another hand. They walked outside.

The waiter at the door handed them a key card.

Jessica took the card and walked toward the elevator.

After entering the elevator, there was a reflection of Forrest and her standing close to each other on the wall.

Forrest suddenly felt himself getting even drunker. It was as if he had returned to the years where he had been studying abroad.