When Preston was abroad, he heard through the grapevine that Kieran had a thing for ady named Eloise. Naturally, curiosity got the best of him. But upon finally meeting Eloise, she seemed ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.


    And there was Freya. From the moment Prestonid eyes on her, he could tell she was a woman full of mischief and charm. Somehow, Preston found himself inexplicably drawn to her.


    It baffled Preston how Freya could tell he had a thing for Eloise, thinking Preston was head over heels in love with her.


    "Don''t overthink it," Neil said, lifting his ss to pour himself some whisky. "Hans has looked into Freya''s background. She hasn''t left Echo City in over twenty years. She''s not worldly."


    As Neil was about to take a sip, Preston snatched the ss from his hand.


    "What the heck?" Neil eximed, surprised.


    "She''s used it," Preston replied, leaving Neil speechless.


    The morning had broken. Freya had fallen asleep sometime during the night and only woke up around noon. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently waking her. She stretched, feeling a slight headache, which Preston had warned her she''d feel this way. Knock, knock.


    "Come in," Freya answered when she heard a knock at the door.


    Hans entered. "Ms. Dawson, lunch is ready."


    "Got it," she replied, quickly freshening up before heading downstairs.


    Preston and Neil were in the dining room. The table was set with simple yet satisfying dishes. Preston


    seemed to prefer less greasy food Each dish had just a hint of meat, and the main course was surprisingly nd, just some rolls. However, there was a small, exquisitely prepared te of pasta before Freya and Neil.


    "Come, sit," Neil gestured to Freya.


    She sat opposite Preston.


    The first dish was sautéed


    mushrooms with rapini, which Freya quite liked. Then came broli sautéed with shrimp. Freya was also a fan. They had fried eggs and soup. They were all good.


    Seeing Freya enjoying the meal, Neilmented, "Really? Ourdy here is fine with these simple dishes?"


    "I don''t mind them. I''m not much for greasy food, either," Freya replied, tasting a bit of each dish.


    Neil pushed the broli and shrimp to her. "This one, Preston had Hans make it for you."


    "You guys don''t seem to like shrimp much, huh?" Freya observed, recalling Preston and Hans had hardly touched it the night before.


    "They''re not into seafood," Neil shrugged.


    "Why not?"


    "Just a habit," he replied nonchntly.


    Freya nced at Preston, who,


    along with Hans, mostly stuck to the vegetarian options, pairing pickles with olls as if it was the most naturalbo in the world.


    Preston enjoyed such simple meals despite his reputation as a big shot overseas.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.