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

driven herself over, and without Preston to lead the way, she'd have trouble finding her

if you insist,

had brought her here, so naturally, he should take the responsibility to see her off. Stepping

thought to herself: He's quite

Freya couldn't fathom why Preston had insisted on taking

she was the elusive Susan from

Impossible.

identity so meticulously that it would withstand scrutiny for a

pierce through her guise, Preston had no

a fork in the road, Preston suddenly said, "I'm offering you another chance to tell

"What?"

Freya could grasp the situation, Preston accelerated down

levels,

urged Preston to

visibility was near zero, and the road's lights were out, making it a

If you don't come clean, we might as well take a plunge together." "What did you

froze, "Are you

a decent swimmer, but

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