Chapter 300

When Preston finally left, Freya heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like she'd just dodged a bullet.

Ever the gentleman, Neil offered Freya a supporting arm as they exited the room. The study, with its coffee table and couch almost at the same level, had left Freya no choice but to sit on the floor while practicing her writing. Now, standing up felt like a Herculean task. Preston waited until no one was there before approaching the coffee table to inspect Freya's handwriting efforts. The script was far from beautiful, but the accuracy was spot-on. A small, satisfied smile crept over Preston's face as he instructed, "Hans." "Yes, boss?"

"Go get a comfortable executive chair and a desk."

"But boss, I thought you disliked those office chairs and desks?"

When Hans voiced his question, it hit him that these items were for Freya. He quickly made himself scarce.

Half an hour later, Freya was standing outside her apartment building, the night having fully embraced the sky above. She remembered it was Kieran's working hours. Even if he were furious, Kieran wouldn't have waited for her in the apartment all this time. With this thought, she boldly opened the apartment door.

Instant regret flooded Freya as she spotted Kieran sitting in the middle of the living room, his expression eerily cold. Despite the slap she had given him, she had never seen him wear such a frosty demeanor before.

almost in total darkness, save for the cold moonlight

you been?" Kieran's voice was eerily calm, in contrast to the tension in the

for an hour, or even six, but a

Freya retorted, "I stayed at Luna's place. Why? Mr.

"I contacted Luna's father last night. Guess what he

Kieran had prepared his chessboard, Freya didn't bother with do,

"Kieran, whatever

stay out of

that, she limped toward her room. But Kieran pinned her

face paled,

lips crashed against hers, his kiss a

at the corner

was immediate, and Freya's

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