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.

moved to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a bottle of red wine, and poured

about Kieran's habit of skipping dinner due to stomach issues, but he would still

him, Freya

been crazy in her

try and get Kieran

better off looking after herself

her gaze

After all, it's none of

the atmosphere in the

and there

was lounging on the sofa,

unable to stand the silence any longer, Freya

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

I'm going upstairs

you think of this place as

to stay at your place?" Freya was puzzled. "Didn't

is all

"You said

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