Freya was methodically savoring her meal, a mix of comfort foods that were a testament to the cozy American diner they were in.
Finally, Preston withdrew his gaze and declared, “So, it turns out, there’s no punchline.”
Hearing this, Freya let out a sigh of relief.
She knew Preston loved his drama.
Neil chuckled from the side, “Not funny, man. Not funny at all. Preston here loves his dad jokes. Ms. Dawson, please don’t take him seriously.”
“Why would I? It’s all good.”
Freya set down her fork, noting, “Looks like it’s getting late. I should be heading out.”
Neil quickly stood up, “Leaving so soon? Won’t you stay a bit longer?”
“No, I’ve got an exam tomorrow. Need to get some rest. Thanks for the ointment, Dr. Anderson. I’ll be off then.”
As Freya slipped on her jacket, ready to leave, Preston also put down his utensils, “Let me walk you out.”
“No need.”
“You sure about walking out alone?”
Freya hadn’t driven herself over, and without Preston to lead the way, she’d have trouble finding her way out.
“Well, if you insist, Mr. Tyler.”
Freya wasn’t about to play the coy card. After all, it was Preston who had brought her here, so naturally, he should take the responsibility to see her off.
Stepping outside the Tyler estate, Preston, this time, opened the car door for Freya.
Freya thought to herself: He’s quite the gentleman.
Silence filled the car as Preston drove. Freya couldn’t fathom why Preston had insisted on taking her home.
Did he suspect she was the elusive Susan from W Group?
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