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Chapter 297
Freya couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she caught Preston's gaze drifting toward her. Quickly, she diverted her attention, only for it to land on the sandwich Hans was devouring with the enthusiasm that made it seem like a delicacy despite it being a plain sandwich. "Ms. Dawson, would you like a sandwich?" Hans asked, noticing her curious gaze.
"Could I?" Freya inquired with hesitation.
"Of course," Hans replied, fetching another sandwich from the kitchen counter and placing it before her.
Freya added some cheese and took a bite. It was, after all, a sandwich and cheese-nothing extraordinary.
"If it's not to your liking. Don't force yourself," Preston said without looking up.
Freya glanced at the sandwich in her hand and retorted, "Who said so? It's quite nice for a change." Then, she took another defiant bite.
Despite her usually small appetite, Freya finished the entire sandwich because she didn't want to waste it. Thankfully, the portion wasn't too large, so she could enjoy a satisfying meal at Preston's without feeling overwhelmed.
Preston couldn't help but smile at her reaction.
"Full?" Preston inquired, noticing Freya's slightly flushed cheeks.
Nodding emphatically, Freya confirmed she couldn't eat another bite.
"Time to practice your handwriting then," Preston suggested.
Freya got up from her chair and limped upstairs. At the staircase, she finally remembered, "Mr. Tyler, do you have a charger? My phone died last night."
Busy washing dishes, Preston replied casually, "I'll have Hans bring one up to you."
"Great!" Freya accepted and headed upstairs.
Soon after, Hans delivered the charger, and Freya thanked him before plagging in her phone. She hadn't grasped the gravity of the situation until her phone booted up and began displaying a barrage of notifications.
Shocked, Freya quickly noticed that most were missed calls from Kieran, several messages from Jarrett, and a flood of texts and app notifications. Kieran had sent numerous messages the night before, none of which Freya received because her phone was off.
Her complexion darkened. 'Could Kieran have realized I wasn't in my apartment last night?'
"Ms. Dawson, the boss wants you in his study," Hans informed her.
"I can't go to the study now. I need to head home," Freya stated, not wanting to provoke Kieran further against the Dawson family.
With the Dawson Group still in a
precarious stage of development, any move from Kieran could jeopardize her plans. With that thought, Freya hastily gathered her things. Preston appeared at the doorway as she was about to leave the room.