Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Disappointment

Chapter 55 Disappointment

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The movie was building to its climax. Freya held a chip in her right hand, lemon tea in her left, eyes glued to the screen. She was so absorbed she forgot where she was. Just as a character in the film opened a door, an actual door creaked open in real

life

Sull staring at the screen, she wrinkled her nose and muttered, “The sound team should have their meal cards revoked. That door sound is completely off”

“You didn’t eat lunch?”

The sudden voice from the entryway startled Freya so much she flinched, dropping the chip onto her crossed legs. She looked up to see Louis standing there, brows furrowed.

A jacket was draped over his arm, and he stood tall and refined, head slightly tilted. His whole presence exuded aristocratic ease, but right now his brows were knitted–not at her, but at her empty hands.

From Louis’s perspective, the woman a few feet away had half–dried, semi–tamed hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. One hand held a half–finished cup of lemon water, the other frozen mid–air in a chip–pinching pose. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes wide with shock–like a small creature caught mid–surprise. A koala, maybe.

“Y–you–didn’t you say you wouldn’t be back until really late?” Freya finally found her voice and her senses. She quickly set the cup down, picked up the chip from her lap, and fussed with her hair as if to cover up her awkwardness. Her tone carried a

trace of accusation.

“Yes, yes, just a little here and there.” Freya nodded quickly, mentally confirming that Louis really did hate snacks. Her memory hadn’t been wrong. “So.. are you eating dinner at home tonight?”

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