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."

that Preston, like her, wasn't a big fan of

setup Preston had in his hotel room, and then to the simple meals he'd have at home, Freya couldn't help but throw out her own wild

what she'd insinuated, added, "I mean, all these tycoons making waves internationally, aren't you all supposed to indulge in exotic delicacies? But Mr. Tyler, you seem to live quite modestly here." 'Modestly' was putting it

else would call this place

living

the

villa wasn't large by city-center standards, but it felt spacious due

was a hard sell, snapped up by Preston at a bargain

even thought that

more by

factor.

any

spent a fortune on

villa would have

one