She suddenly spoke up, "No need to go, it's so late, I..."
As soon as she said this, she heard Oliver Charles chuckle, "What about it being late? Is it that you don't trust me, or you don't trust the security in the city? Besides, do you really think, with your looks, that I could do anything to you?"
Freya: ???
Annoying, isn't it!
She twitched the corners of her mouth, always having a quick temper, and finally couldn't hold back, she retorted directly: "Don't worry, I might worry about anyone else having ill intentions towards me but I'd never worry about you. Because you, a single-celled organism birthed by your mother, don't understand any of that!"
After finishing, she stormed ahead, anger puffing from her.
Oliver Charles was even more infuriated by her words, and he walked up beside her, scoffing, "What don't I understand? Don't you know whether I understand or not?"
His words made Freya think of those previous, inexplicably bizarre kisses... and holding hands...