The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

"Last time I plopped you on the bed, did I... did I hurt your back?"

"No, absolutely not!" Freya's eyes blew wide open.

Internally, she was screaming: Dude, are you for real? You really think I need you playing doctor on my back?

Preston couldn't help but frown at Freya's resistant gaze.

He seemed somewhat puzzled by the emotion this woman was trying to convey.

To Preston, offering help was just that offering help, gender didn't play into it.

But clearly, for Freya, there was a distinction.

Offering help might be just that, but men were men and women were women.

"Boss, Dr. Anderson called earlier, asking if we needed to stock up on some greens, since it looks like we're heavy on the meats tonight."

"No need, let's stick to the menu Ms. Dawson provided."

"Got it."

wasn't a

back to the minimalist setup Preston had in his hotel room, and then to the simple meals he'd

all these tycoons making waves internationally, aren't you all supposed to indulge

would call this

wealthy, living in a

hardly any decorations, just fast food and instant noodles in the fridge, and a bedroom that boasted little more than a bed,

large by city-center standards, but it felt spacious due to the lack of

sure this villa was a hard sell, snapped

thought that

more by its

factor.

any

a fortune on land,

villa would

found one