The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 243

Freya hobbled out of bed, each step a testament to her stubbornness.

Pushing open the door, the maid nearly dropped the bowl she was carrying at the sight. "Ms. Dawson! Mr. Sutton insisted you rest in bed these days, not on your feet! How did you get up?" She rushed over to support Freya, who waved her concerns away. "I've been in bed for a whole day. Any longer, and I might as well be a statue!" "But Mr. Sutton said..."

"He's not even home. Why bother about his rules?"

Just then, Kieran's icy voice cut through the silence from the doorway. "Is that so? I'm right here. Do you still think my rules don't apply?"

Freya frowned, puzzled. Wasn't the Southern Suburb project supposed to keep Kieran tied up? Why was he back so early?

Kieran stepped toward Freya's room.

Seeing this, Freya pointed a crutch at him. "Stop right there!"

place which, technically, he did. "Freya, it is my house. I don't need your permission to walk in," he

so quick, and Freya

let go of me!" she demanded,

you sure?" He urged her

const would send h

her position. Letting go

down the

that

play dumb. Put me down safely,

with Kieran left Freya brimming with

coldly stated, "I'll let you down once we're downstairs. And for the record, you're

just call me heavy?"

at his audacity. Fine, let him be. It's like being hoisted by a boar. There's nothing a good shower

resigned herself to her fate, the doorbell