Chapter 193

Freya had always hoped to get closer to him, but she was over it. Sharing living space with Kieran made her inwardly roll her eyes. For heaven’s sake, she would never want to share a room with this arrogant guy!

Forcing a smile, Freya said, “Living together unmarried could stir up gossip. Besides, there’s only one bed. How would we manage?”

Misinterpreting her hesitation as a subtle hint, Kieran replied leisurely, “We’re engaged. There’s nothing improper about sharing a bed. My bed’s big enough for three if you’re suggesting…”

“Mr. Sutton, if you’re trying to take responsibility for what happened earlier today, there’s no need. I understand you got caught up in the moment. It was a kiss. I didn’t take it to heart.”

Kieran couldn’t believe his ears. “You… you didn’t take it to heart?”

Freya shot back, “No way. We’re living in the 21st century. A kiss isn’t some crazy, forbidden thing. It’s not like it’s the end of the world to me.”

Freya’s remarks amused Kieran. So, he was the only one fussing over it?

“You’re right. I thought you, Ms. Dawson, held your virtue above all else. It seems I was worried over nothing. Forget everything I said earlier.”

Feeling tight in his chest, Kieran turned and headed upstairs. However, he quickly realized he had returned to clarify their relationship, prompting him to return downstairs.

“Freya, remember we’re engaged. You will be the future Mrs. Sutton of the Sutton family. Don’t think you can escape from me. I’ll find a way to bring you back even if you run!”

With that, Kieran left the Sutton Mansion without looking back.

Watching his retreating figure, Freya frowned. ‘What a weirdo he is!’

“Ms. Dawson, your room is ready. However, you’ll have to stay in your original room for the time being due to the upcoming renovations,” Jarrett informed her, sweating at the sight of his boss being driven to frustration.

Freya was stepping up her game. Who knew how she’d handle Mr. Sutton if she ended up becoming Mrs. Sutton?

“There’s no need for renovations. Just changing the furniture will be fine,” Freya said, heading upstairs.

She couldn’t bear the thought of spending even a second in the room beside Kieran’s, let alone an entire night.

“Yes, Ms. Dawson.”

Eloise drove to the Sutton Group to pick up Kieran from work in the evening.

Upon arriving at Kieran’s office floor, she overheard two assistants gossiping.

“Is it true? They kissed?”

“Yeah. I saw Mr. Sutton kiss Ms. Dawson with my own eyes! And Jarrett has been busy all afternoon arranging furniture and calling decorators. It’s clear they’re living together!”

“Oh my God, what about Ms. Harwood? Wasn’t she supposed to be Mr. Sutton’s favorite?”

Their conversation hit Eloise’s ears without her missing a single word.

Realizing Eloise was behind them, the assistants quickly rose from their desks and stammered, “Ms. Harwood…”

Trying to hide her heartache, Eloise asked, “When did this happen?”

“We… we were just talking. It might not be true.”