My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1849

Huh?

I suspected that I had heard him wrongly, so I turned around and asked, "What did you say?"

"You didn't mishear me. Freya and I met in Mesville. We have been dating for some time," Cyril explained calmly, his blue eyes full of happiness.

He could not fake something like this. When he mentioned Freya's name, he was gentle and careful, like a child showing off his beloved toy. Her name must be something he cherished very much in his heart.

What was going on? Freya was at least six years older than him, and she had just gotten divorced. There was no reason for her to get into a relationship with another man so soon.

Cyril seemed to notice my doubts and said sincerely, "This is the truth. If you don't believe me, you can give Freya a call. She'll know me."

That was a good idea.

Without a second to lose, I dialed for Freya.

She picked up almost immediately. Freya's voice was hoarse, and she seemed to have been asleep.

"What is it..."

"There is someone who wants me to be his attorney. He said that he knows you. His name is Cyril Zimmer."

"Who?" Her voice boomed over the phone.

Freya's sudden agitation gave me a fright.

But this also proved that Cyril was telling the truth. I was at a loss for words for a while.

Cyril turned his head and looked at me. He seemed to have expected my reaction, and was looking at me with great interest, like a child who was pulling a successful prank.

"Where are you? I'll be right there," Freya's voice sounded heavy as she spoke while getting dressed.

"Southern Police Station. Drive safe."

"Got it."

After that, Freya hung up the phone.

"Nope."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. She will say yes to me one day. Anyway, I am still young and have plenty of time."

I was left utterly speechless.

Wasn't this brat being a little overconfident?

Just as I was about to open my mouth to shove reality in his face, there was a knock on the window.

"Freya!" Cyril saw Freya first. In the blink of an eye, he unfastened his seatbelt and got off the car.

I followed him out and saw Cyril opening his arms and walking towards Freya. He probably wanted to give her a hug.

But Freya did not return the gesture. She stretched out a hand, pushed it against his chest, and stopped him with force. "Act normal."

"Am I abnormal?" Cyril's dangling hand slowly fell. Suddenly, he looked hurt, and his voice was softer as he said, "My dear wife, I haven't seen you in days. I miss you so much!"