In the blink of an eye, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
Seeing that it was late, Freya suggested that she go back.
Connor planned to go home with Freya.
After Connor and Freya left the bar, they entered Freya's Mercedes-Benz.
"Where do you plan to go next? Shall I send you home first?"
Freya took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and turned to ask Connor softly.
"I came to Porthampton because of you, and you plan to let me go home alone?" Connor asked with a smile.
"What do you plan to do? Go to a hotel room?" Freya asked back with a smile.
"Go to the hotel?" Connor was stunned. Then, he said helplessly, "We both have our own places. Why do we have to go to a hotel? Why waste that money? Either you bring me to your house, or you come with me to mine. It's up to you!"
Freya's face flushed red. She instantly understood what Connor meant.