Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1883

A black Bentley whizzed along the road.

Rodney tilted his head and leaned on Freya’s shoulder. As he was completely drunk, he groaned and said, “Wifey, you smell so good.”

In a daze, Freya said, “Mm.” Considering that the chauffeur was in front, she did not want to talk to the drunkard.

Not only was he drunk, but he was also crossing the line.

“I feel like kissing you…”

Freya was so uncomfortable that she promptly pushed him away.