The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday novel Chapter 292

In the dead of night, Freya was jerked awake by a nightmare. In her dream, she got kidnapped and boarded the ship again. The salty sea breeze and the kidnapper who pinned her down were all too vivid.

When Freya opened her eyes, she was in cold sweat. It was unsettling, feeling as if the ordeal had happened to her all over again.

Realizing it was all a dream, Freya rubbed her temples, fatigued. Suddenly, the lights in her room flickered on.

Freya shot up in bed, exclaiming, "Who's there?"

Preston was standing at the doorway.

Upon recognizing him, Freya sighed with relief and said, "What are you doing standing at my door in the middle of the night? You scared the life out of me."

"Scared? What were you screaming about then?"

"Screaming? What did I scream?"

"I could hear you from the next room, begging someone to... save you."

Hearing this, Freya felt a chill run down her spine. Had she been talking in her sleep about her nightmare? The thought made Freya feel somewhat exposed, and she cautiously asked, "Did I say anything else?"

"Just that, nothing more."

That was a relief. Freya sighed with relief, glad she hadn't revealed more in her sleep.

"Should I have heard something else?" Preston teased.

Preston replied nonchalantly, "A drink might help. It makes sleep come easier."

He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to Freya.

Freya wasn't big on drinking. Her only brushes with alcohol were the occasional, moderate cocktails at the Eclipse Lounge. But given her trouble sleeping lately, she figured she might as well give it a shot.

With a resigned gesture, Freya downed the whiskey Preston offered her.

The taste was bitter and spicy and not to her liking at all. It was a far cry from the mixed drinks she was used to at the Eclipse Lounge.

Preston watched her reaction, slightly surprised.