Freya red at him with a blushing face.


    "Who''s your mother-inw? Be careful with your words."


    "I''m already being very careful." Ryan raised his eyebrows. He smiled. "My desire to marry you was only 50 percent before, but now it''s 100 percent after tasting this food. If I don''t marry you, I won''t be able to taste such delicious food every year."


    Freya knew he was half-serious and half-joking. She felt utterly powerless at that moment. "You might think that my mom''s cooking is mediocre after eating more kinds of food here. Besides, I''m veryzy. I didn''t inherit my mom''s virtuousness. I don''t know how to cook at all, and I''m usuallyzy. My mom has always scolded me for that."


    "Why do I need you to be virtuous and hardworking? I''m not looking for a nanny." Ryan chuckled. "Have you seen my mom doing house chores? Before she entered the official residence, she lived a pampered life at home too."


    "I can''t quibble with you." Freya pouted. "You men always say words that are pleasant to the ears when you want to get a woman."


    "You''re wrong. I don''t want to have you. I like you, and I want to be with you."


    Ryan smiled affectionately as he looked toward Freya.


    She could not stand him looking at her that way. She took her phone and checked her Whatsapp with a flushed face. Many colleagues and friends had sent her their greetings that night. She took that time to reply to them.


    Ryan grinned and focused on eating.


    Although Freya kept replying to messages, she was still observing him as he ate. When she saw that he had eaten two-thirds of the food, she could not resist moving his te away. "Stop eating. You''ve eaten enough for three people already. The food is too greasy. You''ll get sick if you eat too much of it."


    After Ryan wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, he blinked his thick eyshes. "I do feel slightly bloated. But I''m worried you won''t bring such tasty food to me again next year. Your mom''s cooking is pretty delicious, but I think the reason that I don''t want to stop eating is that you''re the one who brought the food for me."


    Freya tightened her grip on her phone. Under his prating gaze, the air seemed to have be thinner.


    She admitted that she was too weak. She could not evenst two rounds under the attack of Ryan''s romantic words.


    "I''m going back to be with Dani."


    Freya stood up. As she took two steps, a huge hand grabbed and yanked her from behind hard.


    Freya''s body turned and fell into Ryan''s embrace. She ended up sitting on hisp. They were hugging each other in an intimate position.


    Freya''s face heated up. She quickly struggled to get up, but Ryan had circled her waist, which stopped her from leaving.


    They kept fighting each other for a while in silence until Freya felt the changes in his body. Her heart skipped a beat. Her face was so red.


    "Pervert!" Freya scolded.


    A gleam shed across Ryan''s eyes. He smiled bitterly. "You kept moving around on my body. If I didn''t have any reaction, you might need to doubt your charms or I might be the one who has a problem."


    "Would I have moved if it''s not because you''re holding me down?" Freya was not apletely clueless woman. No matter how dense she was, she knew she could not move anymore. She sat there obediently. However, he was being too obvious, which made her body feel slightly different.


    Freya suddenly felt regretful. She should not havee tonight.


    Ryan was just a strong person pretending to be weak. She was not his opponent.


    She was like a little rabbit in front of him even though the order of their ages was opposite.


    "You would''ve left if I hadn''t hugged you." Ryan ced his head on her shoulder. He suddenly hugged her tightly. "Don''t move. I miss you a lot. Actually, I didn''t have time toe over today. This year is my dad''s first year after assuming the position of prime minister. There are a lot of things to handle. I only had time toe after working extra hours for one week straight."


    Freya eximed. Then, she said, "Don''t lie to me."


    "I''m lying?" Ryan turned her face around and made her look right at him. "Look at how bloodshot my eyes are and how dark my eyebags are. I only got less than five hours of sleep from the day before yesterday until today."