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."

saying that Preston, like her, wasn't a

and then to the simple meals he'd have at home, Freya couldn't help but throw out her own wild guess:

up at her, and Freya, trying to backtrack from what she'd insinuated, added, "I mean, all these tycoons making waves internationally, aren't you all supposed to indulge in exotic delicacies? But

would call this

someone wealthy, living

instant noodles in the fridge, and a bedroom that

large by city-center standards, but it felt

was sure this villa was a hard sell, snapped up by

thought that

was driven more by its

factor.

any

fortune on land, splurging on

would

be found one to