Chapter 80

"Freya, don't push it." Kieran frowned, his voice irritable. "Do you think I can't live without your cooking?"

"Then, Mr. Sutton, suit yourself." With a provocative glint in her eyes, Freya took a pointed bite of her dinner right before Kieran. She knew Kieran had been pampered from birth, never so much as boiling water for himself.

Seeing Freya deliberately provoking him, Kieran's annoyance flipped into amusement. This woman was getting bolder by the day!

Kieran got up and walked over to the kitchen. He saw a box of oatmeal in the cupboard and decided to make himself something to eat.

Observing that, Freya couldn't hide her smirk. She was curious what culinary "delights" Kieran could conjure.

Sure enough, the kitchen was a hive of activity. In the end, Kieran could only emerge with a bowl of oatmeal.

By then, Freya had finished her dinner. She was carrying her empty plate to the kitchen and glancing at Kieran's oatmeal disdainfully before letting out a scornful laugh. That laugh was the last straw for Kieran. "Freya, what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means nothing, Mr. Sutton. You're overthinking it."

Freya smiled, adding, "I'm here to do the dishes."

Though her words were innocent, the curl of her lips mocked him for his terrible cooking.

a bottle

but he would

him, Freya

have been crazy

and get

But now, she figured she was better off looking after herself instead of

her

After all, it's none of my business even if he drinks

and the atmosphere in

when 11 pm rolled around, and there was still no sign of

Kieran was lounging on the sofa, seemingly engrossed in a

stand the silence any longer, Freya said, "I'll check if the door is

paper, Kieran replied indifferently, "I tried ten minutes ago. It's

I'm going

of this place as your

you really think I want to stay at your place?" Freya

this is all my

coldly. "You

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