Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 2341

Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2341

When Freya got in the car, she still felt guilty.

The feeling of being secretive in The Lodge would surely torture her to madness sooner or later.

Not long after, Ryan sent her a WhatsApp message: [I miss you…]

That message almost made Freya throw her phone out. It was driving her crazy.

Soon after she arrived at the company, an assistant brought a bouquet to her. “Manager Lynch, someone has sent you a bouquet.”

Freya put down the test tube in her hand, took off her gloves, and took over the flowers wrapped in pink wrapping paper. There was not only one type of flower in it. In fact, hydrangeas, bellflowers, tulips, and many other species of beautiful flowers were matched together. It was gorgeous and fragrant.

There was a small card on the bouquet. Freya opened the card, which wrote, “I miss you, my princess…”

She could not think of anyone else who would write such sweet words besides a certain someone.

Freya grabbed her phone and sent Ryan a picture of the flowers: [Is this from you?]

Ryan: [Do you like it, my princess?]

Freya: [I like it.]

Then, she sent him a kissing emoji.

Freya personally put the flowers into a vase.

Her colleagues said in envy, “Wow, the flowers are so pretty. It must be your boyfriend who sent them.”

“Manager Lynch, when will your boyfriend treat us to a meal?”

Freya’s fingers stiffened, and a pang of guilt hit her.

Her laboratory colleagues had met Ryan before, but they did not know of his identity. If he were to treat them to a meal, he might get exposed when they ask about his job. “When we get the chance in the future. He’s very busy with his job now.”

“You’re right. I haven’t seen him around to pick you up lately too. By the way, Manager Lynch, what’s your boyfriend’s job?”

“He’s… just a normal office worker. I hope everyone can keep it a secret. We’re currently just dating.”

”I understand. You’re still young. There’s no need to start another marriage so hastily.”

Her colleagues had studied abroad, so they were all open-minded. No one urged and talked about the idea of women needing to get married earlier.

“Manager Lynch, someone has sent you flowers again.” The assistant, who had left not long ago, returned. This time, she had a bouquet of pink roses in her hands.

“Wow. Manager Lynch, you’re very popular lately,” her colleagues joked.

Freya forced a smile. After receiving the flowers, she saw the words written on the card, “If there’s a time machine, I’ll surely go back in time and cherish you.”

An uncomfortable feeling welled up in her.

She returned the flowers to the assistant without hesitation. “Take it out and throw it for me.”

Stunned, the assistant said hesitantly, “It’s a pity to throw such beautiful flowers away. Can I take it outside and decorate the office with it?”

“Do as you wish.”

Freya did not insist further. The person who sent the flowers was hateful, but the flowers had nothing to do with it. It was fine as long as it was not placed in front of her to disgust her.

The next few days, Rodney had people send flowers over every day.

Freya really wanted to ignore him. She was not even interested in calling him to scold him.

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However, during a meeting on Wednesday, Catherine announced, “Osher Corporation has agreed to our acquisition. We’ll sign the contract this Friday.”