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

hadn't driven herself over, and without Preston to lead the way,

if you

brought her here, so naturally, he should take the responsibility to see her off. Stepping outside the Tyler estate, Preston, this time, opened the car door

thought to herself: He's

as Preston drove. Freya couldn't fathom why

the elusive Susan

Impossible.

crafted her identity so meticulously that it

Kieran couldn't pierce through her guise, Preston had

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

"What?"

the situation,

push her back into her seat as Preston's speed hit alarming levels,

urged Preston to

zero, and the road's lights were out, making it a forbidden path. Without

a mile ahead. If you don't come clean, we might as well take

froze, "Are you

decent

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