Chapter 195

Eloise couldn't stand by and watch Freya swoop in and steal Kieran from under her nose. She whipped out her phone and dialed a number she knew well.

“Hey, I need you to come back home. I’ve got a favor to ask!”

By evening, Kieran had returned to the Sutton Mansion. Upon entering, he noticed only a lamp lit in the living room, while the sound of moving furniture echoed from upstairs.

Kieran frowned, asking, “They’re still not done?”

Jarrett replied, “Ms. Dawson has quite high standards. We’ve gone through three sets of furniture this afternoon.”

“And where is she?”

Jarrett looked a bit awkward as he said, “She might be… directing, I suppose.”

“Directing? What’s there for her to direct?” With that, Kieran’s face darkened as he ascended the stairs. He was determined to see what scheme Freya was concocting this time!

A cloud of white dust billowed toward him as he reached the top. Noticing the mishap, the workers hurriedly apologized, “Mr. Sutton, sorry! Ms. Dawson wanted to have the walls repainted, and well…”

Kieran found himself covered in a fine layer of white dust, his expression growing darker. Moving forward, he could already hear Freya’s commands from a guest room. “Yes, just like that, a bit to the left. Move the bed over here…”

Freya was casually munching on an apple as she directed the workers.

“Freya!”

Uttered in Kieran’s voice, her name suddenly echoed behind her. She turned, meeting Kieran’s dark gaze at the doorway.

“Mr. Sutton? What a coincidence. You here to supervise?”

“Supervise?” Kieran was nearly brought to laughter by her audacity. Turning his home into a mess, and Freya had the nerve to joke about it?

“Mr. Sutton, I’m so sorry. Is the dust bothering you?” Freya said, approaching Kieran with a bucket of paint in hand.

Kieran instinctively stepped back upon seeing the paint.

“It’s quite fun to apply the putty. Care to give it a try, Mr. Sutton?” Freya teased.

“Freya, keep that away from me!” Kieran covered his mouth and grimaced, unwilling to take another step closer to the room.

Seeing she’d achieved her goal, Freya continued, “Mr. Sutton, I thought we could do without the renovations, but I just couldn’t get over the wall color. So, I had the workers give it a bit of a paint touch-up. Don’t mind it. By the way, if you’re hungry, dinner’s ready downstairs. I believe the housekeeper left some food. You only need to heat it.”

“Mr. Sutton, perhaps we should leave.”

The dust was becoming unbearable. Freya smiled politely at Kieran with a hint of calculation.

Kieran’s face was stormy as he left Freya’s doorway. Freya’s smile faded when he was gone. ‘How amusing! Does he think he can outmaneuver me?’

Freya knew about Kieran’s penchant for cleanliness and his meticulous nature. After seeing her room in such chaos, he’d likely never set foot there again.

As expected, Kieran immediately headed to his room to shower. Jarrett had been waiting outside the whole time.

An hour later, Kieran emerged, visibly disgusted as he sniffed his clothing, ensuring no trace of paint lingered.

“Get two air purifiers in here to clear out the smell,” Kieran instructed after ensuring he was free of the unpleasant odor. Whatever Freya had used, it had left a foul smell permeating the hallway.

“Right away, Mr. Sutton,” Jarrett responded, quickly leaving to fulfill the request.