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 hand now smeared across Preston's

the kitchen, Hans instinctively wanted to intervene

flirting. Why would you

any sign of affection between them. It seemed like Freya

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

had no choice

boss was a stickler for cleanliness. The thought of his reaction to the flour on his face made them

and Preston communicated, maintaining harmony in the

were not difficult, and Preston quickly made

at the

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

man was finally showing a different

approached, and Freya emerged from the kitchen

to help, taking the dishes

with meatballs, pork ribs, garlic oysters, and

mushrooms, spicy fish, and a bowl of salad, all

This beats Preston and Hans' cooking by miles! I can smell the aroma from

said, rubbing his hands together, seemingly eager