"You've read the news articles as well. This time, he requested that I take responsibility for his burns while saving me. "
"I'll take care of him for a few days. After his wound heals, I will... "
In her subsequent remarks, Freya expressed astonishment at her words, finding them hard to believe.
She had no idea how long Nathaniel would stay in her home.
Freya arrived too late, so she started working right away after speaking with Mandy.
Everyone in the design department was young and hardworking, and she couldn't bring anyone down.
She considered staying an extra thirty minutes after work to accomplish the task at hand.
But the quiet sounds around her unexpectedly halted. The office was abruptly silent, as if someone had hit the pause button.
Even the workaholic Freya saw that something was off. She quickly looked up and noticed a towering figure visible through the office's glass windows and doors. He passed in front of her in the public office area and headed for her private office.
This individual had on a black business suit with a tie. He appeared to be a member of the social elite at first glance.
He was carrying an adorable, three-layer-packed lunch box at this point.
It was with such severe disobedience that Nathaniel entered Freya's presence, and at that moment, both Freya and the glass door opened.
Mandy's design includes glass walls to boost the office's illumination. After all, this is an old-fashioned town with poor illumination.
Nathaniel had already entered Freya's office by this point. The people outside were whispering softly as he had just smoothly closed the door, but as Mandy arrived, the atmosphere became a little calmer.
Mandy turned over, thinking something had happened. The coffee cup she was holding crashed to the ground, leaving her dumbfounded.
She was composed, but she was afraid to approach Mr. Nathaniel. She thought that the two of them were currently in harmony and that anyone entering would be unpleasant.
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