Sleep On The Couch

"Get your woman to answer the phone," ordered Jefferson grumpily. "You're looking for Freya?" Freddy looked back and did not see Freya around. "She just got a call and went out to answer it. You can tell me whatever message you want to pass on to her." Jefferson raised his voice. "Ask her to answer the phone." At the sound of Jefferson's demanding tone, Freddy did not dare to delay. With his mobile phone in hand, he went around to look for Freya. Finally, he found her in an empty private room. However, Freya was on the phone and deep into a conversation. Freddy had always been the type to be shy to speak out loud in front of his fiancée. Furthermore, she was still on the phone. He could only alert her in a low voice, "Freya, Jefferson is calling." Freya covered the bottom of her phone with her hand and held the phone some distance away as she responded, "Adrienne is calling me." Adrienne was the best protection against Jefferson. Freddy quickly informed Jefferson, "Jefferson, Freya is