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.

on Freya's hand now smeared across Preston's

wanted to intervene but was stopped

flirting. Why would you interrupt? Come back here!"

see any sign of affection between them. It

me, I know what I'm talking about,"

had no choice

both knew their boss was a stickler for cleanliness. The thought of

maintaining

difficult, and Preston quickly made his way

the flour on Preston's

Preston seemed to have already known it was there and precisely

seemingly unapproachable man was

approached, and Freya emerged from the kitchen with dish after

up to help, taking the

meatballs, pork ribs, garlic oysters, and grilled salmon, Neil's

that followed, like chicken stew with mushrooms,

by miles! I can smell the

rubbing his hands together, seemingly eager to start

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