You Are My Mr Right

“The next line is, ‘I wish you disappear halfway.'” Ronan said.

At first, Freya didn’t understand what he meant, but after a moment, she realized and couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you think everyone is as childish as you?”

Ronan asked, “Am I childish? How am I being childish?” As he spoke, he leaned closer to Freya. Freya took a step back, distancing herself from him, and said to Seren, “You’ve recovered well, don’t worry, and don’t carry any mental burden.”

Many people who have undergone heart surgery tend to feel anxious, thinking that their hearts are fragile and could stop beating at any moment. But in reality, the heart is the strongest and most resilient organ in the human body. From the moment it develops, it starts beating and never stops.

Ronan pouted, “I’m not going to eat you, why are you so afraid of me?”

Freya ignored him completely, not willing to engage in banter with him. “You can be discharged now.” After saying that, she turned and walked out of the hospital room.

Ronan told his mother, “She’s my friend, I’ll go say goodbye to her.”

Seren nodded. She could tell from her son’s actions just now, when he tried to get closer to a woman, that he liked her. She couldn’t help but sigh.

“Hey, Freya, can’t you be less cold?” Ronan followed her out.

“I still have work to do, please don’t disturb me.” Freya didn’t even stop walking.

Ronan was furious, “You’re heartless, emotionless, and lacking in humanity.”

Freya pretended not to hear him.

“Stop.” Ronan caught up with her, grabbing her wrist. “Why are you so indifferent to me?”

Freya didn’t like him getting physical, so she forcefully pulled her hand away. However, because of the force she used and the inertia, she herself took a few steps back. These past few days, she hadn’t been able to enjoy food or sleep well, and her body was weak. Ronan reached out to support her.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” Ronan asked with concern.

Freya pulled her hand away and said, “No.”

Ronan didn’t believe her. “You clearly are. Look at how pale your face is.”

Freya looked up at him and asked, “Is my face really that bad?”

“Do you want me to get a mirror and show you?” Ronan retorted.

Freya rubbed her cheeks forcefully, trying to make her complexion appear better. But deep down, she knew she was deceiving herself. Ronan, however, felt a pang of sympathy when he saw her trying so hard.

“With you looking like this, where’s your man? Doesn’t he care about you? He’s so wealthy, you could just stay at home as a rich wife. Why do you have to work so hard and show your face to the world? He wouldn’t be so stingy as to not support you, right?”

The hospital deliberately concealed information, especially from patients and their families, it was kept secret to prevent any unrest due to medical accidents. Only the hospital’s top-level personnel, even doctors within the hospital, were warned against discussing anything.

That’s why Ronan didn’t know what had happened, leading him to say those words.

Freya looked at him, her gaze piercing. Ronan felt uneasy under her gaze. “Wh-why are you looking at me like that?” He stumbled over his words.

But Freya remained serious. “If you have any dissatisfaction with me, say it to me directly. Stop always bringing him into it.”

Ronan hesitated for a moment. He almost cursed, “With you like this, you’re still protecting him? Not allowing anyone to say a word?”

“Yes, it can’t be said,” Freya said sternly. “Hurry up and get discharged. If you leave work at noon, you’ll have to wait until the afternoon.”

After saying that, Freya walked away. Ronan was worried and stepped forward to support her. “Let me help you. You need to rest. It doesn’t matter if I get discharged in the afternoon.”

Freya raised her hand and evaded him. “No, thanks. Don’t trouble me like this. If you’re truly grateful for me saving your mother, then keep your distance.”

Her words were blunt and hurtful. Ronan had his pride too. He didn’t want to appear shameless and annoying. “If you’ve made it so clear, me insisting on bothering you would make me look shameless and despicable, right?”

As he was about to turn away, two people approached them. And they started mocking.

“Tsk tsk, are you flirting or fighting?”

Freya frowned at the sound. When she turned around, she saw–Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.