Chapter 243
Freya hobbled out of bed, each step a testament to her stubbornness.
Pushing open the door, the maid nearly dropped the bowl she was carrying at the sight. “Ms. Dawson! Mr. Sutton insisted you rest in bed these days, not on your feet! How did you get up?”
She rushed over to support Freya, who waved her concerns away. “I’ve been in bed for a whole day. Any longer, and I might as well be a statue!”
“But Mr. Sutton said…”
“He’s not even home. Why bother about his rules?”
Just then, Kieran’s icy voice cut through the silence from the doorway. “Is that so? I’m right here. Do you still think my rules don’t apply? Freya frowned, puzzled. Wasn’t the Southern Suburb project supposed to keep Kieran tied up? Why was he back so early?
Kreran stepped toward Freya’s room.
Seeing this, Freya pointed a crutch at him. “Stop right there!”
He paused, mid–step, as Freya declared, “We agreed I’m here to heal, not to entertain you barging into my room. Get out!* Kieran merely chuckled at Freya’s attempt to evict him, then strutted in as if he owned the place–which, technically, he did. “Freya, it is my house. I don’t need your permission to walk in,” he retorted, plucking the crutch from her grasp with ease. Outpowered, Freya began to protest, but Kieran wrapped his arm around her waist, silencing her.
The move was so quick, and Freya just froze in place.
“Kieran, let go of me!” she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Are you sure?” He urged her to consider her position. Letting go at that moment would send her tumbling down the stairs.
“Don’t play dumb. Put me down safely, not drop me!”
Every interaction with Kieran left Freya brimming with disdain.
Unmoved, Kieran coldly stated, “I’ll let you down once we’re downstairs. And for the record, you’re not light.”
“Did you just call me heavy?” Freya nearly laughed in disbelief at his audacity. ‘Fine, let him be. It’s like being hoisted by a boar. There’s nothing a good shower can’t cleanse.
As Freya resigned herself to her fate, the doorbell rang.
The maid scurried to answer, only to freeze upon opening the door. “Mrs. Sutton?”
It was none other than Audrey.
Hearing of Freya’s return, Audrey hurried over from her new home, only to see her grandson carrying Freya down the stair
