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."

sure about walking out

herself over, and without Preston to lead

if you

card. After all, it was Preston who had brought her here, so naturally, he should take the

herself: He's

couldn't fathom why Preston had insisted on

was the elusive Susan

Impossible.

that it would withstand scrutiny for

couldn't pierce through her guise, Preston

the road, Preston suddenly said, "I'm offering you

"What?"

grasp the situation, Preston accelerated

levels, even seeming to crash

urged Preston to

were out, making it

mile ahead. If you don't come clean, we might

froze, "Are

decent swimmer, but

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