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.

on the spot. He moved to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a glass, drinking it

issues, but he would still drink a glass of wine every evening to

him, Freya

crazy in her past

and get

figured she was better off looking after herself instead of

withdrew her gaze

After all, it's none of my

and the atmosphere

around, and there

on the sofa, seemingly

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

looking up from his paper, Kieran replied indifferently,

announced, "Then I'm going

of this place as your home,

think I want to stay at your

this is all my

coldly. "You said

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