Chapter 362
Sofia was at a complete loss for words. By Freya’s logic, she wanted the Tate family fortune, didn’t want her family to suffer through bankruptcy, wanted to keep her position as the eldest daughter of the Tate family, and also didn’t want to marry Jonathan.
But Sofia didn’t feel like she was doing anything wrong. Everyone looks out for themselves- it’s human nature. It’s not like she was trying to hurt anyone; she just wanted Louis to help. Louis was so powerful and had so much money–it shouldn’t have been a big deal to help her.
Louis didn’t feel like wasting any more time. “You can walk out on your own, or I can have
someone escort you.”
Sofia flinched at his cold tone, Freya’s words still echoing in her ears. She hesitated, wanting to make a desperate move, but she was afraid of really angering Louis.
In that split second, Louis had already picked up the phone and instructed someone to come take Sofia out.
“Louis, I know you don’t like me, but for Maria’s sake, could you help the Tate family–even if it’s just enough to stop us from going bankrupt and drowning in debt? I’m begging you,” she pleaded, just as the security team arrived.
Louis didn’t spare her a single glance. Once she was gone, he looked back at Freya.
“I’m never watching one of these dramatic soap operas again,” Freya mumbled, shrinking back a little. “Also, Sofia’s not even as good–looking as her sister Maria. But I guess that makes sense, Maria’s mom was the mistress, so she must’ve had something going for her.”
Louis calmly signed another document; his long fingers tapped rhythmically on the paper. He didn’t acknowledge Freya’s attempt to change the subject. Instead, he asked bluntly, “Were you often guilt–tripped like that before?”
“Not really.” Freya answered, trying to brush it off. “In college, I’d run into stuff like people asking for my seat or favors and whatnot. I just find that kind of behavior annoying.”
She tried to keep it light. “I don’t really get too close to people anyway, so it’s not like it affected me much.”
Freya wasn’t sure why, but the way Louis was looking at her made her want to look away. awkwardly touched her face, then ran her hand through her hair.
She
“What? Do I have something on me?” she asked, confused.
Louis sighed, set down his pen, and walked over to her with those long strides.
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Freya watched, wide–eyed, as he suddenly leaned in close, his handsome face filling her
Vision.
“What’s going on?” she stammered, unnerved by the strange intensity in the air.
“Who am I to you?” His voice was low and husky, almost coaxing.
“My boyfriend,” she blurted out without thinking–and the next second, she felt a sharp nip on her upper lip.
“Ow! Why’d you bite me?” she asked, sounding genuinely hurt. What
was that about?
Something in Louis‘ vibe had completely shifted, and it was making her nervous.
She tried cautiously, “Husband?”
“Why do you always act so guarded around me?” Louis asked. “You never seem comfortable.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d felt it. From the beginning until now, that sense of distance had
never gone away.
At first, he thought it was just unfamiliarity. But even now, when Freya would instinctively crawl into his arms at night for comfort, he still felt like something stood between them.
“That’s not true. I’m perfectly comfortable,” Freya said, instinctively defensive.
“You really don’t feel like there’s a wall between us?” Louis asked, pulling her into his arms. His hold around her waist felt especially tight.
“You rarely act clingy with me. You barely ask for anything. When other women go after me, you always respond so rationally, but I never see you get jealous,” he continued, frustration creeping into his voice. “They say love makes people blind, but you always seem so clear- headed.”
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