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The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1710
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Chapter 1710

Brandon’s pupils constricted as he did not expect such words would come out of her mouth. 

“Please go back. I want to rest.” She pulled the cover and lay down with her back facing the door. When she heard

the door close, a tear dropped from the corner of her eyes. 

She could vaguely remember that when she was a child, her father would let her ride on his shoulders as both of

them walked down the paths of the fields at dusk. 

It was not that her father was bad. It was just that her father was weak-willed and listened to everything her mother

said. Her mother was a strong woman, while her father was weak, and this was the ultimate reason for their

estranged relationship. When she heard that someone was coming in, she thought her father hadn’t left yet. “Didn’t

I tell you to leave me alone?” 

“Who came here just now?” 

Freyja was stunned. She turned her head around to see Colton standing at the door. She got up from her bed, and

her sadness melted from her face. “Nope, no one. By the way, what are you doing here?” 

“Daisie was worried that you might get bored, so she 

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asked me to bring your stuff to you.” Colton put her backpack on the table. 

Freyja was taken aback. She had left her backpack in the dormitory, and she had been thinking about how to get it

back. She did not expect that Daisie would see through her intention. 

She took over the backpack and rummaged through it. Soon, she found the laptop that she had used to write her

“Thank you for bringing my stuff here, Colton.” 

 

She switched on her laptop, and thankfully, all of her drafts were still there. 

Colton’s phone rang. It was a call from Daisie, and he picked it up in front of Freyja. Even though Daisie was not

talking loudly, everyone could hear her voice since it was quiet in the ward. “Have you sent the stuff to Freyja,

Colton?” 

“Yeah,” he replied simply. “Remember to tell Freyja that I’ll visit after I’ve finished my class. And please be nice to

her,” she reminded 

Colton. She probably was worried that her brother would get into a fight with Freyja again. Colton did not know why,

but Daisie made it sound like he was going to bully Freyja, so he frowned. 

He glanced across Freyja. Freyja was looking at her laptop with rapt attention. Her fingers were dancing rapidly on

the keyboard as she was totally immersed in her own world. 

She might not even talk to him, so he doubted they would get into a fight. He hung up the call and retracted his

gaze. “I’m leaving.” 

“Okay,” she replied without raising her head. 

After Colton left the ward, Freyja lifted her head to look at the door and repeatedly deleted the sentences she had

typed in just now. At the college… 

After Daisie finished all her classes, she came out of the building. She ran toward Nollace when she saw him coming

down from his car. 

She couldn’t stop herself in time and rammed straight into his arms. 

Nollace stretched his arms forward to catch her and chuckled. “Did you miss me that much?” 

She buried her head in his chest and did not say anything. 

Nollace stroked the top of her head and asked, “Are you going to the hospital?” 

She nodded. 

Suddenly, Nollace leaned forward and kissed her ear. His hot and humid breath caused her body to tremble slightly,

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and she jumped away from his arms. “What are you doing!?” 

He chuckled. “I thought you were not going to talk to me anymore.” 

She was stumped. “I did not…” 

She couldn’t stop burying herself in his chest when she saw him. The things that the housekeeper had said about

how much Nollace loved her surfaced in her heart. 

“Are you not a fan of broccoli?” 

Nollace was stunned. “Why are you asking?” 

Daisie put her hands on her waist and continued. “If you don’t like it, you should have told me. Even my

housekeeper knows that you don’t like broccoli, while I don’t know about it.” 

Her voice was getting smaller and smaller toward the end of her sentence. After all, she indeed did not know about 

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Nollace noticed something and smiled. “Is this what you’re worried about?”

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