The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 309

"No way. You must've seen it wrong." Freya was seriously eyeing Preston before her.

"I never get it wrong." With those words, his face a mask of stoicism, Preston stormed out of the room.

Then, Hans strolled in, saying, "Ms. Dawson, let me drive you home."

"Sure."

Freya couldn't wait to get back. Ronan would bombard her with texts if she delayed it any longer.

Preston had other things on his mind tonight, so he hardly paid her attention. When Freya descended the stairs, Preston had left the building.

In the evening, Hans drove Freya to the entrance of her neighborhood. The local gossip queens, a bunch of elderly ladies who spent their days chatting on the street, happened to witness the whole scene. Freya stepped out of the luxury car, and in no time, another luxury vehicle pulled up. Another charming man got out.

Ronan frowned. "I called you. Why didn't you answer?"

Facing Ronan's inquiry, Freya replied, "It wasn't a good time."

"Is your ankle

hardly ever acts worried like that, so Freya got really suspicious. "Why do you

wait, but you must come with me to a place

"Where?"

emphasis, "which

neighborhood's old

has no sense of

with one man, nighttime with another, what kind of girl does

God my grandson didn't end up with someone like her. Who knows what kind

W Group,

first

the

hers. Though, for the time being, Ronan was

commented, "The interior design

for thanks. You're footing the bill." Ronan seemed indifferent, looking

to see the company's decor?" Freya doubted Ronan was that