Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Her Cooking Skill

“You don’t want a divorce? But yesterday, you said…” Louis was caught off guard by her response.

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Freya remembered that the minor character had indeed been furious yesterday, calling Louis useless and threatening to divorce him. Her face stiffened. “Oh, that was because I was drunk. I didn’t mean it. I’ve thought it through now. I can’t divorce you at a time like this. Since we’re married, I won’t leave you now. From now on, I’ll take responsibility for our life together. You don’t need to worry about me. I can support myself, and maybe even support you.”

When she looked up, Louis was staring at her with a strange expression. She knew her reaction was a complete departure from how the minor character had behaved before, and for a moment, she didn’t know what else to say.

“If you don’t want a divorce, then forget it. Just let me know whenever you change your mind,” Louis said, not pressing further. He rubbed his temples, exhaustion evident in his features, and then got up to go wash up in the bathroom.

Freya awkwardly lowered her head and continued eating. She heard Louis pause for a few seconds after entering the bathroom, probably noticing how drastically different it looked after her cleaning. Then, the sound of running water started as he began washing up.

By the time she finished eating, Louis had also finished washing up. Contrary to Freya’s expectation of another awkward encounter, he emerged fully dressed, his unfairly handsome face as composed as ever. He thanked Freya politely and headed to his bedroom, pausing briefly to say, “You should get some rest too,” before closing the door.

Staring at the empty food container in front of her, Freya scratched her head, feeling as though she were in a dream. After organizing her thoughts once more, she went to wash up, then returned to her room and opened her laptop. She applied to open a personal store on an online secondhand marketplace before shutting down the computer and going to bed.

Even early in the morning, the man looked as composed and graceful as ever, with no trace of the exhaustion from staying up late. Hearing the noise, he looked up and, upon seeing the breakfast in Freya’s hands, rubbed his eyes as if doubting what he was seeing.

Without waiting for a response, she went to the kitchen to check on the coffee, ignoring Louis‘ bewildered expression behind her.

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