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.

pretty trash compared to Preston's. I'll get him to come down and

Neil quickly made his way upstairs, eager to avoid kitchen duty

like an eternity without a response, he just called out, "Preston, get down here! Ms. Dawson needs help with

didn't forget to whisper at the door, "This is your chance to

seeing Neil hovering at the door, and asked,

trying to get your boss to

a perfect opportunity for him to showcase his charm to Freya. Her hand is injured, and she can't hold a

a sharp noise from downstairs interrupted him. The sound of a knife hitting the floor

his door and rushed

what might have happened and muttered,

They all hurried down.

to pick up the knife she

she looked up at the group rushing down, still bent over,

speechless, having thought she had actually

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