Chapter 294

Checking the wound and finding nothing amiss aside from a slight warmth, Preston lifted his head and said, “You’ve had too much to drink.”

Facing Preston’s calm response, Freya cried harder. “Why did you trick me into drinking? Dad always said girls shouldn’t drink too much! You’re not a good guy!”

Preston rubbed his forehead, admitting that letting Freya drink to fall asleep was a terrible idea. Finally, he conceded to Freya’s accusations and said, “Okay, I’m not a good guy. So, what do you want now?”

Freya sniffled, “You… you apologize to me.”

Preston silently observed as Freya rambled on. Seeing her tears escalate, Preston finally compromised, “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“That didn’t sound sincere!”

“What counts as sincere?”

“Make a contract, saying you’ll never bully Freya again or make her join your crazy schemes!”

“Maybe I should offer you compensation, too?”

“Yep!”

“You’re not even drunk.” Preston stood up, refusing to deal with Freya’s tantrum on the couch any longer.

But as he turned to leave, Freya suddenly stood up, yelling, “Don’t you dare walk away! Ah!”

Freya stumbled forward, trying to grab Preston’s sleeve but missing because he moved away too quickly. Almost instantly, Preston turned and caught Freya in his arms. “Done with your tantrum?”

“Yeah.”

Preston smelled strongly of tobacco, and Freya instinctively wanted to push him away but lacked the strength.

“If you’re done, go back to sleep.”

“I can’t stand up.” Freya’s legs were sore, having arrived without her cane.

“Want me to carry you?”

“Not really… Ah!”

Before she could finish, Preston hoisted her onto his shoulder.

The sudden loss of balance sobered Freya up. “Preston! Please put me down! I can walk!”

Regardless of Freya’s protests, Preston ignored her. Being tall, Freya felt her insides churn from the height, her stomach burning. Eventually, Preston threw Freya onto the bed.

Freya landed with a wince, tears blurring her vision as she looked at Preston and said, “Now I really can’t move.”

“What are you two doing up so late?”

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Neil emerged from his room. Spotting the scene, he froze, “Preston! What have you done?”

Entering, Neil was hit by the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

Frowning, Neil said, “She’s injured. How could she drink?”

He then adjusted Freya’s position, but even the slightest movement caused her pain in her injured back.

Unable to hold back his frustration, Neil snapped, “Preston! Do you think she’s one of your buddies? You can’t throw a girl on the bed like that!”

“I, I didn’t know.” Preston had never been this close to a woman. He only thought Freya was light and didn’t realize his mistake until it was too late.