Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 316

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Chapter 316 What Should I Call You? 1

Chapter 316 What Should I Call You? 1

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Her brain ran wild with storm after storm of thoughts, but in the end, Freya still couldn’t figure anything out. She had no idea how things had ended up the way they did last night. Did she roll into his arms on her own? Snuggle up without realizing it? Or did Louis pull her into his arms?

After a while, she gave up trying to figure it out. What mattered now was getting changed before Louis came out. She grabbed her clothes and changed at lightning speed–just in time. Louis stepped out of the bathroom as soon as she finished dressing.

He was wearing home clothes, not the pajamas from earlier, so he must’ve changed in the bathroom. His hair was still slightly damp, his skin pale and cool, his lips a touch redder than

eyes like usual. His sharp brows and striking features gave him an air of cold elegance, his frosted stars.

But that coldness vanished the moment he saw Freya. Compared to him, she looked like a bright little kitten–soft, warm, full of life. The second her eyes landed on him, her whole face lit up with a smile. She looked so sweet and cozy, it made people want to scoop her up and cuddle her.

“You’re done? Then it’s my turn!” Freya slipped on her slippers and bounced past Louis toward the bathroom. First things first: morning bathroom trip.

By the time she came out, Louis had already poured her a glass of water. The bedroom curtains were open, letting the early morning sun spill in. The golden light washed over the room in a soft, clean glow, quiet and warm.

That light landed on Louis like a spotlight from heaven. He looked like a god from some ancient myth, casually lifting a cup toward her. “Be good. Come drink some water.”

Freya snapped out of her daze, walked over, and took the cup. She looked him up and down and couldn’t help but sigh, “Boss, you look too good to be real.”

Louis had heard her call him all kinds of things before. When she was talking to others, it was “my husband.” When she talked to him directly, sometimes she’d let slip a “boss,” but most of the time she didn’t even use a title–just launched straight into whatever she wanted to say.

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He finished the glass in one go, set it down on the coffee table, and reached out to gently rub the back of her neck. The motion startled Freya so much she nearly dropped the turned to look at him, only to see he was deep in thought.

She realized Louis had a habit–when he was thinking, he’d either tap things with his fingers

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Chapter 316 What Should I Call You? I

or fiddle with something. This time, what he was fiddling with just happened to be the back of her neck.

Freya wanted to tell him Hey, don’t treat my neck like a stress ball, but when she saw how focused he looked, she didn’t have the heart to interrupt.

“What did you call me just now?” he asked after she finished drinking.

“Huh?” The topic switch was so sudden that Freya couldn’t keep up. She blurted it out instinctively, “Boss?”

The pressure on the back of her neck suddenly tightened. It wasn’t painful, but it was definitely a warning. He leaned in and turned her body so she was facing him. His eyes were unreadable.

“Boss?”

The danger in his tone was crystal clear. Freya immediately picked up on his dissatisfaction.

nickname. That’s when she finally realized–she had never actually given Louis a proper

“Uh… then what should I call you if not boss?” The second it came out of her mouth, she saw his face darken even more. His jaw was tight, expression stony. She rushed to add, “I didn’t want to call you something you’d hate!”

Louis gave her a two–word verdict: “Too lazy.”

Freya scrambled to come up with something. “Darling? Babe? Honey? Big cutie?” She considered but wisely skipped over Piggy and Dumb Pig.

“But they all sound so weird coming from me. Like, they don’t match you at all.” Freya was starting to stress out. “What about… brat? Idiot? No, that feels even weirder.”

Louis stopped rubbing the back of her neck. Maybe he was just as weirded out by those suggestions.

Freya saw that he’d gone quiet and started to get defensive. “Well, it’s not like you’ve given me a special nickname either. You just call me Freya. That’s the same thing Aiden calls me!”

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