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

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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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When he heard the familiar words at home, Louis’s expression shifted slightly. “Yeah.”

Freya could practically feel the disappointment crashing over her. She’d thought she had the whole evening to herself, and now here he was, back again. She’d already picked out what takeout she wanted. Now she’d have to cook, No more movie. That shower was basically wasted. After all that joy and anticipation, reality had yanked her back. Life’s highs and lows really did come without warning.

“What’s wrong?” Louis had just finished pouring water. Not hearing Freya ask what he wanted to cat–like she usually did–he turned and saw her looking like a puppy who’d just had its favorite bone taken away. She actually looked a little pitiful.

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