Colton suddenly let out a chuckle, but he soon regained his former self. “Do you really want me to return your phone so much?”
“Yes! Give me back my phone! Hurry!”
“You want it now?”
Freyja couldn’t think straight right now due to the alcohol. She replied, “Yes!”
Colton hung up the call, and Freyja was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to believe that Colton really had hung up on her. She called him again in a fit of rage, but Colton did not answer her call anymore. She dragged the telephone wire, causing the telephone to fall to the carpet. Then, she threw herself onto the couch and mumbled, “B*stard, why did you kiss me…”
Colton stopped the car outside the courtyard. He looked outside through the window and realized that the light in the living room was still on.
He came down from the car, walked up to the door, and pressed the bell.
Freyja could roughly hear the ring of the doorbell. She climbed up with a dizzy head and dragged herself to the door. “Who is it?”
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