Upon hearing that, Ryan shot a look at Freya with a grin. "I''m sorry, but it might


    not have been possible for your mom to give birth to a younger brother like me a few months after you were born."


    This meant that he was denying it.


    A female colleague who was in her 30sughed and said, "That''s what I said. Both of you seem to be around the same age, so how could he be your brother? Plus, both of you don''t look alike."


    Freya was worried that they would misunderstand her, so she promptly exined, "Actually, he-"


    "Let''s go and eat."


    Before Freya could finish her sentence, Ryan directly draped his hand around Freya''s shoulders and left.


    The colleague behind her said with a sigh, "Sure enough, there''ll always be excellent men pursuing a rich and pretty woman even if she''s divorced."


    "Isn''t this good? Is she supposed to wait for her ex-husband to change his mind? Forget it. She might as well get in a rtionship with a handsome young man and live freely to piss her ex-husband off."


    "So we don''t have to sympathize with Miss Lynch at all. Some men don''t know how to treasure a woman


    but she''ll be treasured by another man."


    Meanwhile, Freya only shook off Ryan''s arm after being dragged to the car park. "Why didn''t you rify it just now? My colleagues must think that you''re my boyfriend. I just got a divorce, so how could I have gotten a boyfriend? Sigh."


    "How should I have rified it?" Ryan asked with a smile. "Should I have told them that I''m your godbrother? Everyone in Australia knows that your godbrother is the prime minister''s son. If my identity is exposed, will they be able to face us? They might''ve gotten so nervous that they would stammer."


    "That''s true..."


    It struck Freya that she was too impulsive just now.


    "Don''t overthink things. With my looks, it''s your honor to take me out." Ryan caressed her head. He lowered his head and gazed at her with a discreet smile. "A handsome man came to pick you up all of a sudden when you''ve just gotten a divorce. Do you think everyone will sympathize with you? They''ll surely admire you for being able to restart your life and live in an unrestrained manner."


    His words made Freya''s cheeks flush a little.


    Recently, she could sense how her colleagues in theboratory had been cautiously looking at her when she was in the office. They even avoided mentioning their husbands and families during their conversations with her. Sometimes, she had a strong urge to tell them that there was no need to do so. It did not really matter to her.


    When she recalled Rodney buying her expensive gifts every day and showing them off some time ago, however, she felt that it was all a p in the face.


    Now that she thought about it, she found it embarrassing.


    "I think other people''s sympathy is what you need the least," Ryan suddenly said, "Sometimes, it''s even less hurtful when people don''t take pity on you."


    "Exactly."


    Freya strongly agreed. "It''s merely a divorce. Why does everyone need to sympathize with me as if getting a divorce is pathetic?"


    "Getting a divorce isn''t pathetic. It marks the beginning of a new life. It means there are numerous paths you can choose from in the future."


    Ryan pulled open the door of the car. "Let''s go. Since I''m not bringing Dani along,


    I can bring you somewhere to have fun. We''ll head home at seven-ish."


    "... Where are we going?" Freya had note to her senses.


    "A ce that can bring you happiness." Ryan winked at her yfully.


    Freya was stunned.


    After the car drove out of the car park, she was still filled with warmth. "Are you under the impression that I''m upset because of Rodney''s n to hold a wedding..."


    Ryan did not say a word. He only darted a sharp nce at her while driving.


    Freya curled up in the seat. "I was a little upset in the morning, but... after eating the spaghetti carbonara you ordered for me, I felt much better."


    "It''s now daylight. After you go home at night and deal with your crying child, you might tend to overthink things in the dead of night," Ryan said directly as he turned the steering wheel smoothly.