Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 1815

The next day, Daisie arrived at the college with no energy.

She had slept in Nollace‘s room throughout the whole afternoon yesterday. Thus, she was an
insomniac when she returned to the villa in the evening and could not fall asleep until five in the
morning She could not help but take out a small mirror and take a look at her own reflection in the
mirror. Her eye bags and dark circles were that close to turning her into a panda.

Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned her head in fright and was stunned. “Colton?”

Colton crossed his arms and looked at her dark circles. “Did you go out and become a thief last night?”

“You‘re the thief here, sneaking up on me like that.” Daisie turned her face away and explained herself
with a lie. “I drank too much coffee and couldn‘t sleep last night.”

“Where‘s Freyja?”

Daisie paused for a split second and stared at him with a puzzled expression. “Why would you want to
know that?”

“It‘s nothing.” Colton looked away with an unchanged expression, but he still felt inappropriate, so he
added, “There‘s something that I need her help with.”

“What‘s that?”

“Why are you asking so many questions today?”



Daisie was rendered speechless. She bulged her cheeks as if she was thinking about something, a hint
of slyness then flashed across her eyes, and she speculated with a smirk,“ Colton, you don‘t actually
hate Freyja, do you?”

Colton frowned. “What?”

“I‘m not blind. You used to want me to stay as far away as I could from her, but since when did you and
Freyja get so close?”

‘He‘s been looking for Freyja so frequently lately. Something smells fishy

Colton laughed out of fury, raised his hand, and rubbed her hair vigorously. “You‘ve grown up, huh?
How dare you speculate on me?”

He messed up Daisie‘s hair, so she pushed him away and tidied it up. “No one‘s speculating on you.
That‘s just a fact. Colton, is it so difficult for you to admit that you don‘t hate Freyja?”

Colton turned his face away and took a deep breath. “That‘s not your business.”

“Freyja is my friend. How is that not my business?” Daisie approached him and said with a smirk,
“Colton, Freyja is actually quite a girl, isn‘t she? Look, even Waylon doesn‘t hate her.”

“You shut up!”

Daisie was stunned for a few seconds.

‘Why would Colton react so strangely as soon as I brought up Waylon?‘

She stretched out her hand and jerked the hem of his sleeve.” Colton, did you argue with Waylon?”

“No.” Colton covered his cheeks with his palms and calmed himself down. He then turned around and
said, “I‘m heading to class already.”



Daisie stood on the spot, staring at Colton‘s figure as he walked away, rubbing her chin in thought.

Freyja did not come to the college today, so Daisie tried to call her. The call went through after a long
wait, and Freyja‘s voice sounded hoarse and weak.

“Freyja, are you alright?”

“I‘m fine.” She coughed.

“It‘s just a cold. Don‘t worry about me. I‘m only taking a day off.” She hung up after the brief
explanation.

Daisie was still worried and decided to visit Freyja at her residence after her classes.

Meanwhile, Freyja took a nap after the phone call. After a while, she woke up from the nap but was still
feeling weak and uncomfortable. She got up and propped her hands against the handrail to support her
weak body as she walked downstairs to get some warm water from the kitchen.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, Freyja put the mug down and walked to open the door. Just as she arrived
at the door, her consciousness faded out gradually, and she collapsed on the floor.

Standing at the door, Daisie heard the commotion coming from the other side of the door and shouted,
“Freyja?”

She kept ringing the doorbell, but there was still no response. Daisie realized that something had gone
wrong and quickly looked around to see what she could find. She climbed over the balcony, and
fortunately, the window was not locked. Daisie managed to get herself into the living room through the
window and saw Freyja lying behind the door. Freyja!” She stepped forward, helped her up, and placed
her hand over her forehead–it was scorchingly hot!



Daisie quickly took out her cell phone, flipped through her contact list, and called Waylon. “Waylon,
Freyja has a high fever. Come to her place now!”


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