Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 A Shared Closet, A Bump, and a Story

“Oh.” Freya followed him inside, heading first for the bathroom.

It was huge, with separate wet and dry zones, full of fancy fixtures that looked high–end even at a glance. There was even a large bathtub that looked perfect for soaking and relaxing.

Freya didn’t think too much of it and quickly moved along, but when she reached the wardrobe, she hesitated. There was already one in the other room–why was there another one in here?

Curious, she pulled it open–and froze. In a flash, she slammed the doors shut just as Louis was walking over.

Half the wardrobe was filled with Louis’s clothes, but the other half… was filled with their pajamas. His and hers. Together.

The men’s sleepwear was standard enough–dark, simple, nothing unexpected. But the women’s side? Freya had always been picky about sleepwear. Since she liked staying home, she figured she might as well invest in comfort. Even though she hadn’t worn many of them yet, she’d bought a fair number of sets. Now all those delicate, varied styles were hanging side–by–side with Louis’s–colorful, cute, silky–making the contrast way too stark. The embarrassment hit her like a truck.

Louis had been watching her the whole time. He’d caught a glimpse of the inside of the closet, saw the paired–up pajamas, and just as he was reacting, she’d slammed the doors. He immediately schooled his expression, turned his head, and pretended like he hadn’t seen a thing.

Freya turned and saw he wasn’t looking, then patted her chest and exhaled hard. Her face burned red. Seriously, Marilyn? Couldn’t she have asked before putting everything together?

Then she realized something even worse.

With their pajamas stored in one closet, that meant whenever she wanted to shower or get ready for bed, she’d have to grab her sleepwear in advance. But what if Louis happened to be in the room when she needed to get it?

Worse–what if she forgot to bring it in with her?

No, no, no. That wouldn’t happen. She’d make sure to remember. Just thinking about how awkward that situation would be made her want to smack herself.

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Chapter 309 A Shared Closet, A Bump, and a Story

From now on, she had to wear only the most conservative sleepwear. Absolutely no exceptions. She silently vowed this to herself.

She took a deep breath and turned to check out the rest of the room-

“Whoa-!”

Louis had silently stepped up behind her, and she hadn’t noticed. Startled, she jumped and banged her head against the wardrobe door with a loud thunk.

“Ahhh-” Freya clutched her head and felt tears well up. It hurt–a lot.

“What happened? Why are you so jumpy?” Louis was startled too. He’d just meant to tease her, but now he hurried forward and pulled her into his arms, checking her head.

“It hurts-” she sniffled, her voice soft and full of grievance, not even realizing how pouty she sounded.

“There’s no one else here. Why are you so jumpy?” he sighed, pressing his palm gently to the back of her head and rubbing the spot softly. His tone was full of helplessness.

“You just popped up behind me!” she said, her tone full of accusation. She was genuinely hurting.

“Okay, okay, my fault.” His fingers moved even more gently.

Then she felt something soft against her forehead–he’d kissed it.

“Still hurt?” he murmured.

It did still hurt, but for some reason, she suddenly couldn’t say it out loud. She just shook her head and buried her face in his chest, cheeks burning. Why was she acting so delicate all of a sudden?

Maybe to prove she wasn’t really fragile, Freya looked up with exaggerated seriousness.

“I’m not the sensitive type. One time I crashed my e–bike and scraped my arm real bad- there was blood everywhere–and I didn’t cry at all. My roommate took me to get it cleaned, and the hydrogen peroxide stung like hell, but I still didn’t cry. I just winced a little.”

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