Freyja looked at the dishes on the table. All of them looked delicious, and she found it hard to believe
that all of them were prepared by Waylon.
In her impression, those who came from a prestigious family generally led a pampered life, and someone
like Waylon, who knew how to cook, was pretty rare.
After she took a bite, Daisie went forward and asked, “How is it?”
Freyja smiled and nodded.
When she lifted her head, she met Colton‘s gaze. His eyes were filled with a complicated emotion that
Freyja couldn‘t understand. She looked at him for a few seconds before averting her eyes and continuing
to enjoy the dishes.
The atmosphere at the table was tense.
Freyja had a small appetite and was a slow eater. She just took from the dishes in front of her. Suddenly,
Colton pushed the dish in front of him to her. He made it look like an unintentional action, but Freyja was
stunned. She raised her head to see that Colton was sipping on a bowl of soup.
Daisie saw what her brother did, and her face was fully written with surprise.
Colton raised his eyelids, and when he saw Daisie staring at him, he squinted and asked, “Why are you
looking at me like that?”
Daisie snapped herself out of her trance and shook her head.
She was worried that her brother would lash out at her due to embarrassment if she busted him.
However, it seemed to her that Colton did not hate Freyja that much after what he did just now.
Then why was he always so mean to Freyja?
She tried to find a reason but could not think of anything. In the end, she concluded that her second
brother was a man with a complicated mind.
After they finished their dinner, Daisie told Waylon to send Freyja back to her house. Before Waylon
could say anything, Colton chimed in. “We can ask the driver to send her back.”
Daisie frowned. “It‘s already very late. Why do you want to trouble the driver? Isn‘t it the same for Waylon
to send her?”
Colton suddenly took the key on the table and said, “I‘ll take her home.”
After that, he walked out of the house, stunning Daisie. I‘m not hallucinating, right?‘
Daisie walked Freyja to the courtyard and bade her goodbye.
Freyja turned around to look at her and said, “I‘ll return the skirt to you after I wash it.”
Daisie nodded. “Alright.”
She walked to the back seat, and just when she was about to open the door, Colton said, “Sit in the
front.”
Freyja did not say anything and got into the passenger seat.
Daisie stood and watched the car slowly disappear from her vision as she scratched her head in
confusion. In fact, she felt it was the same regardless of who sent Freyja home. It was just that she felt
something was strange when her second brother volunteered to do it.
The sky was getting darker, and the lights on the streets lit up, casting the entire city in a haze of neon
light.
Inside the car was a limbo of light and dark. Freyja looked outside through the window without saying
anything. Colton glanced at her and suddenly stamped on the accelerator.
Freyja grabbed the handle and turned her head to look at him.” Why are you driving so fast?”
Colton said, “It‘s none of your business.”
The car was slaloming in the stream of vehicles at high speed. Her heart was in her throat as she looked
at the receding streetscape and vehicles.
She was certain that Colton was doing this purposely.
Even though she was scared, she pretended to be calm, but her hand on the handle betrayed her true
emotion.
Colton chuckled when he saw her reaction. “Are you scared ?”
She forced herself to calm down and replied, “Why should I be scared ? Even if something happens, I‘m
not alone in facing the consequences.”
The smile disappeared from Colton‘s face as he slowed down the car. “You‘re not afraid at all when you
are in my brother‘s car.”
Freyja turned around to look at him. “Why are you bringing your brother up?”
Freyja then chuckled as if she remembered something. “Ah, I get it now. Could it be that you think I have
a crush on your brother?”
Colton did not reply
“It’s true that your brother is charismatic. He‘s a gentleman and good at taking care of other people. I‘m
sure there are a lot of women who like someone like him, right?”
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