Chapter 200
Kieran was dumbfounded when he saw Freya clad in her punk rock getup, complete with a spicy edge.
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She was rocking a cropped leather jacket over a skimpy tank top that left her midriff bare, with skin–tight black denim shorts. Freya had even slipped into some fishnet tights to top off her bold ensemble.
Her long legs were a sight to behold, captivating wherever she went, and her curves were impossible to ignore.
“What… Why are you dressed like that?” Kieran asked.
He remembered how Freya favored those elegant, preppy dresses, always presenting herself in a modest, ladylike manner. But today’s Freya…
“It’s nothing big. I like dressing this way. It’s refreshing,” Freya said, her tone flirty as she sauntered toward Kieran.
Her skin peeked out enticingly from under the thin straps of her top, and her hair tumbled over one shoulder, looking enchanting with
ery move. Her smooth skin and slender waistline were seriously tempting.
Soon, Freya sat across from Kieran. His throat involuntarily tightened. It was broad daylight, yet he felt a sudden heat rush over him.
Recalling their kiss from the day before, the softness of her lips made Kieran’s throat itch with desire.
“Mr. Sutton, anything wrong?” Freya asked, her bold yet far from vulgar makeup adding to her captivating allure.
“Nothing,” Kieran averted his gaze from Freya.
Freya looked puzzled.
Wasn’t Kieran known to despise women who flaunted themselves this way? His reaction seemed off. Was she being too reserved? But it was about as daring as Freya could imagine being. Could it be that she needed to be even more overt?
Kieran stood up abruptly, his tone icy, “Freya, enough!”
Without even touching his breakfast, Kieran stormed out of the Sutton Mansion.
It worked!
Feeling triumphant, Freya sipped her water and strutted out. Seeing Freya all set to leave in that outfit, the housekeeper exclaimed, “Ms. Dawson, are you going out like that?”
Freya smirked. “Yeah. Just like this!”
She would dress like that the next day and days after until Kieran couldn’t take it anymore.
Meanwhile, a man dressed in a white hoodie, cargo pants, a baseball cap, and a black face mask disembarked at the airport. Fans nearby started cheering.
“Caleb White! Caleb! I love you!”
Caleb, Caleb, you’re my number one!”
Caleb tugged his cap a little lower. He slipped away without a fuss and made his way to a black SUV that was waiting outside.
“Caleb, you’ve got more appearances lined up. You should get some rest…”
“Cancel them,” Caleb interjected before his agent could finish. “Head to Summit University.”
“What?” The agent was stunned.
Why on earth would he suddenly want to go to Summit University?
An hour later, they arrived at Summit University.
