Hans stood there, puzzled.

He had no idea what had just happened downstairs.

Freya was sitting on the couch, tucking away the ointment she had been applying.

In no time, Neil had returned from his grocery run.

As Neil walked in with two heavy bags, Freya said, "Just leave the stuff in the kitchen, I'll start cooking now."

"Are you sure you can handle the knife with your hand like that?"

Neil spoke up, "From a doctor's perspective, I'd really suggest you get someone else to chop the veggies. What if your hand slips and you cut yourself?" Freya hadn't considered this before Neil mentioned it, and suddenly realized she indeed needed someone to help her chop the vegetables.

So, naturally, her gaze fell on Neil.

"My knife skills are pretty trash compared to Preston's. I'll get him to come

Neil quickly made his way upstairs, eager to

a response, he just called out, "Preston, get down here! Ms. Dawson needs

to whisper at the door, "This is your chance to shine! I've set this

seeing Neil hovering at the door, and

your boss

to Freya. Her hand is injured,

from downstairs interrupted him. The sound of

almost instantly opened his

realized what might have happened and muttered, "Oh

They all hurried down.

over to pick up the

rushing down, still bent over, she

Neil was speechless, having thought she had

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