Chapter 197
When Jarrett relayed the news, Kieran couldn’t believe it. Had something like that happened? Kieran couldn’t recall a thing. He hadn’t paid much attention to Freya in the past, so he wouldn’t bother with anything she did for him. Even as these words came out of Jarrett’s mouth, Kieran found it hard to believe that he had been so harsh to Freya before and had gone to such extremes.
“Mr. Sutton, it’s only natural for Ms. Dawson to be upset,” Jarrett said. No one wants the person they’re involved with to dismiss their hard work. And Freya was no different. After all, even Jarrett knew Freya skipped dinner, yet her fiancé had no clue.
Frowning, Kieran suddenly lost his appetite. Seeing Kieran stand up, Jarrett was about to follow when Kieran said, “Let’s postpone tonight’s work. You can go ahead.”
“Yes, Mr. Sutton,” Jarrett responded.
Kieran went upstairs. There, he found Freya in the room, casually directing the renovation team and taking matters into her own hands by donning a cap and joining in. She didn’t look anything like a pampered heiress. Not the least bit demure or reserved.
Freya turned and saw Kieran at the door, her brows furrowing slightly, clearly displeased. ‘What is this nuisance doing here again?’ she thought.
“Mr. Sutton, it’s messy here. Maybe you should leave. We’ll try to keep the noise down,” the lead contractor said, not wanting Kieran to get angry and send them away. After all, with Kieran’s status, angering him could mean the end of their business.
Freya continued painting as if Kieran wasn’t there. But surprisingly, Kieran stepped into the room. Freya’s paint ended up splattering all over Kieran’s fancy handmade shoes, but he didn’t give a hoot.
“Come down,” Kieran said.
“What for?” Freya asked from the ladder. Kieran’s voice carried an authoritative tone. Seeing Kieran wasn’t backing down, Freya begrudgingly prepared to descend. As she slipped, Kieran reached out to catch her, but the next moment, Freya steadied herself on the ladder. Stunned, she looked at Kieran’s outstretched hands and asked, “What are you doing?” Kieran’s face darkened before he withdrew his hands. Freya then smoothly climbed down from the ladder.
“Come here,” Kieran said, his tone firm as he walked toward the door, and Freya reluctantly followed. When they reached downstairs, Kieran stopped. Freya hesitated, then said, “Kieran, what are you…”
Before she could finish, Kieran suddenly reached out and guided her into a chair. The move was so sudden that Freya hadn’t even realized what happened. She glanced at the table and saw several dishes laid out, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Sit down and eat,” Kieran replied.
Freya frowned. “I don’t eat dinner.”
“Have you ever heard the saying?” Kieran asked.
Freya was confused.
“Eat well in the morning, eat full at noon, and eat less at night,” Kieran stated.