Force Marriage With Her

Chapter Fourteen

"Oh." Freen's eyes flashed. "What did I do to make you think I'm a scoundrel?"

"You!" Becky bit her lip in anger.

She was not good at arguing with people and what's worse is that what had happened yesterday made her even more stressed.

Nam watched with extreme pleasure. There must be something fishy going on between these two!

"What's the matter with me?" Freen questioned with a dignified expression on her face. "It was because you took off my pants that I took off your skirt. Finally, you left in my clothes."

"What, That was nonsense!" Becky immediately got upset.

Why did she say this matters so casually as if there was something between them?

Nam who was drinking water shot it out of her mouth.

Did she get it wrong?

Freen, who had always been so serious with her speech and manners was actually teasing a little girl? and she said they took off each other's clothes or something.

"Isn't that so?" Freen raised her eyebrows. "Didn't you take off my pants?"

"They didn't happen on the same day at all!" Becky's face was red with anger.

"I didn't say that." Freen's mouth tilted upwards slightly at corner with a vague smile.

Nam choked and coughed. This little girl was really modest and was just being played by Freen. It was clear that the more she tried to explain it, the more she could not explain it clearly and it would be more misleading.

Becky was aching to hit someone now! It was a disappoinment that she could not outsmart her. She felt completely helpless and frustrated!

Taking a deep breath, She looked at Nam. "Lady Freen, please get her out of here." she said.

"I told you she's not Freen ." Freen came to her and quietly pulled out a chair. "I am Freen."

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police!" She took a few steps back as if she was dodging some terrible virus.

"You scared the little girl." Nam finally could breath evenly "Why don't you leave?" she said with smirk.

"Nam." Freen curled her eyebrows.

She had been surprised they Becky, who wasn't stupid but maybe she was a little naive, would firmly believe that Nam was her. It looked like Nam had been trying to pretend to be her.

"What I said is the truth." Nam's mouth tilted upwards, slightly at the corners. "Becky is really afraid of you. Why don't you go? If you have anything to say, just let me tell her."

Freen's heart could not help but sink.

Nam's word 'Becky' and her particularly gentle attitude toward Becky gave her a bad feeling.

"You don't seem to want to clarify it now?" her eyes become deep.

"Clarify what?" Nam played fool.

"Fine." Freen spoke calmly and appeared relaxed instead.

Noticing she was so calm, Nam felt nervous. Freen was not easy to get agitated and calmer she was, more trouble there would be.

Suddenly, the door banged open and Saint came in.

"Nam Orntara!" Saint looked at her with grief and indignation.

Nam looked at Saint in horror like a mouse seeing a cat. "How did you know I was in here?"

Becky was stunned. She looked at Nam in surprised. "Aren't you Freen? You lied to me?"

"I didn't lie to you Becky." Nam hurriedly explained. "I never said I was Freen."

Becky was annoyed.

What was that?

She didn't say she was Freen but she didn't say she was not! When she recalled back, every word of Nam seemed to have been trapping and misleading her deliberately!

Saint came close to Nam and grabbed her arms. "You! Auntie was looking for you for almost an hour. She's been nagging me for leaving you behind and your only here messing around with Freen?"

"What do you mean? I'm not doing something with Freen, okay?!" Nam said.

"Let's go now or I will tell auntie about this." Saint pulled Nam out of the room.

"Look, she's a liar." Freen looked at Nam's back and smile slightly curving her lips. "And she's a scum who is unwilling to be responsible for her actions. Stay away from her."

The incident had happened so fast that Becky had not come to her senses yet.

What she had said was a little reasonable but, she was actually Freen Sarocha Chankimha.

All sorts of feelings like embarrassment,guilt, vigilance, doubt and fera came to her mind.

Noticing that she was still keeping her distance from her, Freen raised her eyebrows. "Still don't believe me? Should I call Larry in to testify?"

"No need to." She said very reluctantly. "Thank you for the dress incident."

"You mean I took off your dress?"

"No! I mean you found out who ruined my dress!" She went crazy.

Was she sick? Why did she always like to think things in an ambiguous way?

"Just 'thank you'?" Her eyes flick6.

"What do you want?" She stared at her anxiously.

"Sit down and have dinner." There was a little bit of evil in her smile. "Or do you want to have me?"

Why did she think Freen word was all nasty? Becky was sad.

"No need for dinner." She said while carefully moving towards the door. "Now that I have expressed my thanks, I'll be leaving."

Freen's eyes dimmed, she opened her mouth quietly. "I was looking to see today for something else. Dinner is incidental."

"What is it?"

"To meet someone."

"Whom?" she asked. The next moment she quickly said. "No way!"

"Are you sure?" her eyes flashed a convincing smile. "You beat her up for no reason yesterday. You really won't apologize to her?"

In an instant, she paused. She hit the wrong person yesterday and then ran away. It was a little bit immoral. She should apologize.

"Let's go now, I don't need to have dinner." she said feeling embarrassed.

"The dishes have been ordered, how wasteful would that be?"

Visiting Risa was just an excuse. It was true that she wanted to get Becky stay for dinner.

She became more uncertain. She thought for a long time and finally sat down but still keeping her distance from Freen.

"Alright. By the way, why hasn't that woman come back?"

Seeing her looking at the door with anticipation, She somehow felt uncomfortable.