Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Freya took on the tone of someone giving a lecture; surprisingly, Waylon actually listened intently.

“Generally speaking, in real life, gestures like that only work when both people have already confirmed their feelings. Otherwise, it just turns girls off. Of course, I’m talking about girls like Jasmine; those who naturally enjoy being pampered don’t count.”

Waylon waved his hand. “I do?

applies to Jasmine.”

care about other women; they’re irrelevant. Just tell me what

“If it’s about Jasmine, then my most important advice is, if she advances, you retreat; if she retreats, you advance. You can be persistent, but don’t be aggressive. If she gets mad, back off and act like you only see her as a little sister. If she doesn’t seem as cold, try to get closer. You

little.” can even play the sympathy card a

Waylon frowned tightly. “Does that really work? That’s pretty much what I’ve been doing- except the sympathy part.”

“Jasmine’s the type who’s used to handling things on her own. Showing weakness works better than acting tough when you’re around her. She has a soft heart. And it’s not like everything you’ve done hasn’t made a difference; it just needs time to sink in.”

Freya spoke with such confidence, as if she truly understood it all. And she honestly believed she did. After all, she had researched endlessly for the sake of her novel.

But when it came to her own love life, everything turned murky. Classic single–person behavior.

Waylon thought what Freya said made a lot of sense. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand this stuff; it was just that he’d never liked someone before, and now that he had, he couldn’t stay calm. He kept second–guessing himself.

No one noticed Louis standing nearby, quietly taking it all in.

“Waylon, not to be that guy, but with our looks and status, chasing women usually comes with a buff. Most of them are easy mode. And you just had to pick a challenge. You sure you’re not a closet masochist?”

Baylon had caught every word of Waylon and Freya’s conversation, loud and clear. But if you asked him, the single life was the way to go. Why bother chasing after a girl, especially one who couldn’t even be bothered to look your way. All that effort, wearing yourself out, and even if you

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somehow won her over, you’d probably have to keep showering her with attention every single day. What was the point?

Kendrick swirled the wine in his glass, letting the rhythm match the music. “Waylon’s just bored. He’s looking for something to do.”

Waylon slapped Kendrick on the back, then gave Baylon a whack too. “Not everyone’s as heartless as you two. I’m telling you, I’m serious about this. From now on, whenever you see Jasmine, you better stay sharp. That’s your future sister–in–law, got it?”

“She’s already got you wrapped around her finger. Of course, we got it. But Waylon, maybe try winning her over first before you start assigning titles. Judging by your current progress, who knows how long it’ll take to actually make her yours.

Baylon and Kendrick exchanged a look and stifled a laugh together.

Waylon was just about to give the two of them another smack when Mr. Cooper’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Thank you

all for attending my son’s coming–of–age celebration. Your presence brings honor to our humble home. Please eat, drink, and enjoy yourselves tonight. If there’s anything we’ve overlooked, we hope you’ll forgive us.”

Freya had expected an event like this to involve all kinds of formalities. But to her surprise, there weren’t any. After Mr. Cooper finished his short speech from the platform, the handsome young man beside him took a step forward and bowed to the guests. The hall erupted in applause.

Behind Cooper stood a stunningly dressed woman. She looked sweet and innocent, but she had to be at least in her twenties. There was something oddly mismatched about her appearance–Freya couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it felt off.

After that, Mia said a few more polite words, and that was it. But it was as if a switch had been flipped; the atmosphere instantly changed. The room came alive.

There was a dance floor in the hall that hadn’t been used before. Now that music was playing, more and more people began gliding into the space to dance.

“What’s this? Louis isn’t taking Freya out for a dance?” Waylon knew Louis had Freya. After what just happened, he figured he might as well help set the mood.

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