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.

that was on Freya's

the kitchen, Hans instinctively wanted to intervene but was stopped

them be. They're just flirting. Why would you interrupt? Come back

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

back, trust me, I know what I'm talking about," Neil said with a

choice

of his reaction to

communicated, maintaining harmony in

were not difficult, and Preston quickly

at the

seemed to have already known it was there and precisely wiped it off with

was finally showing a

approached, and Freya emerged from the kitchen with

help, taking

spread of spaghetti with meatballs, pork ribs, garlic oysters, and grilled salmon, Neil's

followed, like chicken stew with mushrooms, spicy fish, and a bowl of

cooking by miles! I can smell

rubbing his hands together, seemingly eager