Chapter 293
“What’s up? Why are you staring at me like that?”
A bit puzzled, Freya looked at Preston and said, “Didn’t you tell me to have a drink?”
Preston replied, “I told you to sip, not to chug.” Saying so, Preston took back the glass from Freya. “This drink’s strong. One glass is enough for you. You might have a headache tomorrow.”
“I’m already feeling a bit dizzy,” Freya leaned back on the couch, saying, “Mixing it with some juice might have tasted better. But didn’t Dr. Anderson tell me I should drink with my injury?”
“A little sip helps with sleep.”
“That’s true.” Freya had never seen the appeal of alcohol until she began to feel its effects sneaking up on her. Then, out of the blue, she blurted out, “Tell me, do you have ulterior motives for being close to me?”
When Preston caught Freya’s direct gaze, he knew she was drunk. Her tolerance was much worse than he had anticipated.
Freya stood up and went straight for the glass in Preston’s hand. Caught off guard, Preston let Freya take it from him.
Freya poured herself another glass and gulped it down quickly. This time, she let out a burp, and the dizzy feeling got even stronger. “You must have an agenda with me,” Freya reaffirmed her suspicion, then suddenly leaned in closer to Preston. That direct gaze made Preston chuckle.
Freya said, “Let me guess. You’re trying to use me against Kieran, right?”
Preston’s smile gradually faded.
Freya continued, “I’ve thought about it. Your original target was supposed to be Eloise. Why switch to me suddenly? There must be something fishy.”
“What do you think I want to use you for?” Preston’s tone had a hint of danger.
Freya moved even closer to Preston. Her eyes were so captivating that one glance could easily trap you.
Preston waited for Freya to lay out his entire scheme. However, he heard Freya saying word by word, “I guess you must adore Eloise and can’t bear to use her, so you came after me!” When Preston heard this answer, he suddenly found it amusing. He couldn’t believe this woman thought she knew what he was up to. “I adore Eloise?” Preston repeated the question.
“Yes, you’re madly in love with Eloise. Knowing I’m Kieran’s fiancée, you deliberately flirt with me. You want to use me to hurt Kieran so that Eloise would be yours. If Kieran finds out I conspired with you against him, he’d torture me. Perfect, you could also get your revenge for Eloise!” Freya got more agitated as she spoke, feeling as if Preston was a nemesis from a past life.
“You’re drunk,” Preston said as he stood up and reached out to steady Freya by her shoulders. “Given how you’re feeling, it’s time to head to bed.”
Freya stared at Preston for a while, her eyes gradually reddening. Seeing this, Preston paused. The next second, Freya’s tears started flowing. “It hurts…”
“Hurts?”
“My hand hurts… my legs too…” Freya’s face turned red instantly, eyes reddening, making it hard for anyone to reprimand her.
“Let me have a look.” Preston pressed Freya down on the couch to inspect her injuries.