The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 195

Eloise couldn't stand by and watch Freya swoop in and steal Kieran from under her nose. She whipped out her phone quickly and dialed a number she knew well. "Hey, I need you to come back home. I've got a favor to ask!"

By evening, Kieran had returned to the Sutton Mansion. Upon entering, he noticed only a lamp lit in the living room while the sound of moving furniture echoed from upstairs. Kieran frowned, asking, "They're still not done?"

Jarrett replied, "Ms. Dawson has quite the high standards. We've gone through three sets of furniture this afternoon."

"And where is she?"

Jarrett looked a bit awkward as he said, "She might be... directing, I suppose."

"Directing? What's there for her to direct?" With that, Kieran's face darkened as he ascended the stairs.

He was determined to see what scheme Freya was concocting this time!

A cloud of white dust billowed toward him as he reached the top. Noticing the mishap, the workers hurriedly apologized, "Mr. Sutton, sorry! Ms. Dawson wanted to have the walls repainted, and well..."

Kieran found himself covered in a fine layer of white dust, his expression growing darker. Moving forward, he could already hear Freya's commands from a guest room. "Yes, just like that, a bit to the left. Move the bed over here." Freya was casually munching on an apple as she directed the workers.

"Freya!"

her name suddenly echoed behind her. She turned, meeting

coincidence. You

nearly brought

a mess, and Freya had

so sorry. Is the dust bothering you?" Freya said, approaching Kieran

instinctively stepped back upon

quite fun to apply the putty. Care to

away from me!" Kieran covered his mouth and grimaced, unwilling to take another step closer to the

"Mr. Sutton, I thought we could do without the renovations, but I just couldn't get over the wall color. So, I had the workers give it a bit of a paint touch-up. Don't mind it. By the way, if you're

left some food. You only need to heat

perhaps we should

was becoming unbearable. Freya smiled politely at Kieran

as he left

gone. 'How amusing! Does he think he

about

cleanliness and

her room

in

likely never set foot