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Chapter 300
Chapter 300
When Preston finally left, Freya heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like she’d just dodged a bullet.
Ever the gentleman, Neil offered Freya a supporting arm as they exited the room. The study, with its coffee table and couch almost at the same level, had left Freya no choice but to sit on the floor while practicing her writing. Now, standing up felt like a Herculean tack. Preston waited until no one was there before approaching the coffee table to inspect Freya’s handwriting efforts. The script was far from beautiful, but the accuracy was spot on. A small, satisfied smile crept over Preston’s face as he instructed, “Hans.”
“Yes, boss?”
“Go get a comfortable executive chair and a desk,”
“But boss, I thought you disliked those office chairs and desks?”
When Hans voiced his question, it hit him that these items were for Freya. He quickly made himself scarce.
Half an hour later, Freya was standing outside her apartment building, the night having fully embraced the sky above. She remembered
it was Kieran’s working hours. Even if he were furious, Kieran wouldn’t have waited for her in the apartment all this time. With this thought, she boldly opened the apartment door.
Instant regret flooded Freya as she spotted Kieran sitting in the middle of the living room, his expression eerily cold. Despite the slap she had given him, she had never seen him wear such a frosty demeanor before.
The room was almost in total darkness, save for the cold moonlight seeping through, casting an eerie chill across the place.
“Where have you been?” Kieran’s voice was eerily calm, in contrast to the tension in the air.
Freya wasn’t gone for an hour, or even six, but a whole day.
Facing his inquiry, Freya retorted, “I stayed at Luna’s place. Why? Mr. Sutton, now you’re keeping tabs on my whereabouts?”
“Is that so?” Kieran laughed coldly, adding, “I contacted Luna’s father last night. Guess what he said?”
Realizing Kieran had prepared his chessboard, Freya didn’t bother with excuses. “Kieran, whatever I do, it’s none of your business. Please stay out of my personal life.”
After saying that, she limped toward her room. But Kieran pinned her against the wall in a swift motion.
“Kieran! What the hell?” Freya’s face paled, shock and anger mingling in her voice.
Before she could protest further, Kieran’s lips crashed against hers, his kiss a turbulent mix of anger and desperation.
The pain at the corner of her lips was immediate, and Freya’s expression darkened. She pushed him away, aggravating her injuries. “Kjeran, have you lost your mind?”
“must have, to let you lead me by the nose again and again!” With that, Kieran’s grip tightened around Freya’s neck, the suffocating pressure building rapidly.
“Let… go!”
