Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Sophia was growing anxious; she still wanted to ask Freya about Louis. But just then, Clara walked over.

“Freya, I just finished filming a scene and rushed over. I didn’t even get a chance to ask–how are you feeling? Are you doing any better? You were pretty badly hurt the other day, and the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding.”

“Much better. What about you? Weren’t you hurt that day too? I sent you a message on WhatsApp, but you never replied.” Freya had been wondering if Clara had ignored her on purpose.

“Oh, that was my parents. As soon as they heard I got injured, they rushed over yesterday insisting on seeing me. I barely had time to look at my phone. When I saw your message morning. I figured I’d just ask you in person since you were already here–saves the trouble.”

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Clara then turned and politely greeted Sophia. “Ms. Sophia, pleasure to meet you. I didn’t expect Mr. Zane to land you for a guest appearance–our show just got a splash of glamour.” “Pleasure’s mine. But I don’t deserve that kind of praise. With you and Violet already in the cast, there’s no need for me to bring anything extra to the table.” Sophia instinctively took a small step back in Clara’s presence. This was someone not to be trifled with–a powerhouse who had carved out a place in the industry through raw talent. Sophia knew better than to provoke her.

“You and Freya know each other? That’s lucky–you’ve got her to walk you through the role.”

Sophia nodded, putting on a grateful smile. “Exactly. Thanks to Freya’s explanation earlier, I’ve gained a deeper understanding of the character,”

Clara had intended to talk more with Sophia but noticed that Freya wasn’t being especially warm toward her. So she asked, “Ms. Sophia, is there anything else you needed? If not, I’ve got a few things I need to go over with Freya.”

“No, no, go ahead. I’ll just go think through the role a bit on my own.” Though Sophia was clearly displeased, she still backed down–she wasn’t in a position to challenge Clara just yet.

Freya offered a polite reminder at the right moment. “If there’s anything else you’re unsure about, come find me. Don’t hesitate.”

“Of course. I’ll let you two talk.”

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Chapter 238

Once Sophia walked off, Clara took the seat she had vacated. “What’s wrong–she bothering you?”

“Not exactly. We’ve known each other for a little while, but we’re not particularly close. There’s just something off. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

Out of everyone in the crew, Freya was closest to Clara. Clara gave off a good vibe- straightforward, sharp, and with a solid reputation. So every now and then, Freya felt comfortable sharing her honest thoughts with her.

“That’s just how this industry works,” Clara said casually, though her tone carried a trace of bitterness. “If you don’t have a plan in your head, you’re not gonna survive. But you don’t need to worry. You’ve got backing. Whatever she’s thinking, she won’t dare push things too

far.”

Freya picked up on the heaviness in Clara’s voice and decided to change the subject. “Did your parents leave already? I didn’t make it here yesterday. Everything go okay?”

“What could go wrong? If anything, it just meant the scriptwriter had to work a little harder. But that’s not a bad thing–keeps people from bothering her too much. Everyone quieted down.”

“Glad to hear it. I was worried you guys might be stretched too thin.” Freya and Clara went back to discussing the script; once that was settled, work seemed to return to a normal rhythm finally,

At lunch, Sophia came by again and tried to invite Freya for food, like she’d mentioned earlier. Freya declined without hesitation. She already had a nutritionally balanced meal arranged by Louis–there was no need to eat someone else’s food.

Sophia had hoped to use the meal as a chance to probe a little more, but to her frustration, Clara showed up again and joined them at the table. As they ate and chatted, Violet also wandered over, and the conversation shifted entirely to safe, superficial topics. Nobody could bring up anything sensitive, even if they wanted to.

By afternoon, most of the day’s scenes had been wrapped. Mr. Zane told Freya to go home and rest–and insisted on assigning his driver to take her. The driver had clearly been instructed not to take no for an answer. Freya had no choice but to head back early.

After dinner, she started writing. That evening, Louis gave her a call.

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