Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 New Routines

Chapter 330 New Routines

“Want to try more exercises?” Louis found working out with Freya far more engaging than standard weight training.

“No no. I believe in your strength now!” While confident in Louis‘ abilities, Freya didn’t want to overwork him. The experiment had proven successful–no need to push further.

Still, experiencing a scene straight out of her romantic fantasies left Freya exhilarated. Even after their workout, her mind buzzed with story ideas.

I’m going to incorporate similar scenes into my novels–complete with authentic details!

She mentally fist–pumped at the thought.

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Post–shower, clad in modest pajamas, Freya curled up with Louis for a movie night. No more crowding around a laptop–their new projector offered cinema–quality viewing. Though Louis had built a dedicated home theater, tonight’s laziness kept them nestled in bed.

Louis held his soft, fragrant wife close, listening to her crunch potato chips between movie critiques. When the credits rolled, Freya gulped her juice contentedly before drifting off.

Though still unaccustomed, she’d learned to accept sleeping in Louis‘ arms as normal couple behavior.

Over the following days, she often accompanied Louis to work–him managing companies, her writing stories–while gradually furnishing their home. Friends‘ invitations went unanswered; her “free time” belonged solely to their domestic bubble.

Louis noticed their home transforming, filling with warmth and life. He approved.

Then Aiden returned.

The boy strutted in with typical teenage bravado, finding Freya arranging new decor in the living room. He bounded over and plopped down beside her.

“Freya! I’m back!”

She ruffled his hair without looking up. “Welcome home. Just let me finish this last piece…” “Am I less important than some knickknack?” Aiden huffed dramatically.

“Of course not. But you’re right here, safe and sound.” Freya finally glanced at him. “Nice

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haircut. Very trendy.”

Ah–so that is the urgency. He had gotten a bold new style.

“Took forever to pick this one,” Aiden preened, touching his cropped locks. “Short means no one can mess it up anymore.”

Freya kept assembling her decor. “Right right, no bad hair days with a buzz cut.”

“Exactly! They can rub my head all they want now. The previous one even feels prickly!” Aiden beamed at his brilliance.

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