Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 258

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Chapter 258 Those Slippers Are a Hate Crime

Chapter 258 Those Slippers Are a Hate Crime

As soon as the car came to a stop, Mathilda marched out with her head held high, grabbed her things, and strode off briskly, shouting over her shoulder, “I don’t need your help–go help Jasmine with her stuff”

Waylon opened his mouth but closed it again, retracting his outstretched hand. He turned toward the trunk, only to find Jasmine had already beaten him to it. She’d gotten out, opened the trunk, and was pulling out her suitcase.

Not bad. Moves quick and knows how to handle things herself. Whether she’s faking it or not, at least she’s not immediately annoying. Waylon thought as he grabbed the suitcase she’d placed on the ground, leaving her only a small backpack. Jasmine didn’t argue–she just slung the backpack over her shoulder and stood quietly beside him.

Waylon glanced at her serene, almost ethereal expression, and couldn’t help himself. As he shut the trunk, he said offhandedly,

“I’m usually pretty easygoing, not the type to start drama. But that doesn’t mean just anyone can take advantage of me. If I get pissed off, I don’t care what Andres says.”

Jasmine looked at him, puzzled.

“I’m not planning on getting married anytime soon. Even if I did, it wouldn’t be some arranged thing by my family, blind dates and all that? No way. So whatever you’re thinking. I don’t care. I’m not interested in your family’s background. Save your act, and don’t think

Focus on your exams. When the time comes, we go using Andres as a shortcut is gonna 1

our separate ways.”

Seeing her still confused, he decided to lay it out more plainly. “Bottom line–don’t mess with my life.”

By that point, there was no way Jasmine hadn’t understood. Her expression stayed flat and unreadable. “You’re overthinking it. I’m not getting married.”

They stepped into the elevator. Waylon hit the button for the sixteenth floor. Hearing that last part unexpectedly lifted his spirits, though he kept it off his face. He turned and looked at

her.

“Not getting married? Just into dating, then?” He paused, th

added, “Name your price.

Jasmine blinked, not reacting until the elevator ticked up from the first to the tenth floor. Her dark eyes dimmed, like black pearls suddenly clouded, and the mist around her only

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thickened.

“You’re overthinking again. I meant I won’t be a bother. I’m not getting married, so I won’t b emotionally involved with anyone. You don’t need to worry

Waylon was about to respond when the elevator stopped and a sharp scream rang out from outside–loud and distinct. Who else could it be but Mathilda?

“What’s going on?” As soon as the doors opened, Waylon rushed out, furrbling for his keys as he darted toward his apartment. Jasmine followed close behind.

“A cockroach!” The apartment door was wide open. Mathilda staggered out in panic, trembling as she pointed at the floor just inside the doorway..

“Where? Where is it?” Waylon looked around wildly.

The floor near the entrance was covered in spilled vegetables and fruit. It was obvious Mathilda had been startled the moment she walked in, dropping the bag which had no seal- its contents scattered everywhere.

“There it is!” Mathilda cried, her finger shaking. “It’s coming this way!”

A cockroach was scuttling toward the door at full speed. Just as Waylon spotted it, a white embroidered shoe flashed into view and stomped down without hesitation.

A crisp, muffled crunch came from under the shoe. Waylon slowly looked up and saw Jasmine’s face–calm, with only a slight furrow in her brow. A strange chill went through him When he glanced down again, he figured that plump, agile cockroach must’ve been reduced to pulp.

“Jasmine, you’re amazing! With you around, I feel safe.” Mathilda grabbed Jasmine’s hand with a grateful, trusting smile.

Waylon said nothing. The cockroach was dead, sure, but tuhy did something still feel off?

“Honestly, these days boys aren’t even as reliable as girls. What good’s a handsome face anyway?” Mathilda muttered as she bent down to clean up the mess on the floor,

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