The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Freya looked down at the apron Preston had tied around her waist, spacing out for a moment. By the time Freya snapped back to reality, Preston had already moved to the side, continuing with his chopping. Outside the kitchen, Hans and Neil, as if oblivious to what had just happened, made their way to the living room, engaging in some unknown conversation.

Freya couldn't help but take another look at Preston.

He was deeply focused on his chopping.

The profile of Preston's face seemed flawless. Although he was usually reserved and not much of a talker, he appeared quite serious in the kitchen.

Actually, not just in the kitchen. Whenever he was working on something, he was always serious.

Otherwise... he seemed a bit standoffish.

"Seen enough?"

Suddenly, Preston's words broke Freya's train of thought.

Freya coughed lightly and said, "I just... thought there was something on your face."

Without responding, Preston gave Freya the chance to swiftly reach out and tap his cheek. Although it was just a brief moment, Preston was visibly startled.

was on Freya's hand

the kitchen, Hans instinctively wanted to intervene

them be. They're just flirting.

see any sign of affection between them. It seemed like Freya did

I'm talking about," Neil said with a confident

had no choice but to

their boss was a stickler for cleanliness. The thought of his

Preston communicated, maintaining harmony

not difficult, and Preston quickly made his way out of

at the flour on Preston's

was there and precisely wiped it off with a paper towel. Neil

unapproachable man was

and Freya emerged from the kitchen with

help, taking the

meatballs, pork ribs, garlic oysters, and grilled

to mention the comfort dishes that followed, like chicken stew with mushrooms, spicy fish, and a bowl of salad,

Hans' cooking by miles! I can smell the aroma from

rubbing his hands together, seemingly