Chapter 363

Freya was methodically savoring her meal, a mix of comfort foods that were a testament to the cozy American diner they were in.

Finally, Preston withdrew his gaze and declared, "So, it turns out, there's no punchline."

Hearing this, Freya let out a sigh of relief.

She knew Preston loved his drama.

Neil chuckled from the side, "Not funny, man. Not funny at all. Preston here loves his dad jokes. Ms. Dawson, please don't take him seriously." "Why would I? It's all good."

Freya set down her fork, noting, "Looks like it's getting late. I should be heading out."

Neil quickly stood up, "Leaving so soon? Won't you stay a bit longer?"

"No, I've got an exam tomorrow. Need to get some rest. Thanks for the ointment, Dr. Anderson. I'll be off then."

As Freya slipped on her jacket, ready to leave, Preston also put down his utensils, "Let me walk you out."

"No need."

about

lead the way, she'd have trouble finding her

if you insist, Mr.

was Preston who had brought her here, so naturally, he should take the responsibility to see

herself:

as Preston drove. Freya couldn't fathom why

was the

Impossible.

that it would

pierce through her guise, Preston

road, Preston suddenly said, "I'm

"What?"

could grasp the situation, Preston accelerated down the

levels, even seeming to

urged Preston to

zero, and the road's lights were out,

you don't come clean,

froze, "Are

a decent swimmer,

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