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.
Louis slipped on his slippers and walked inside, eyes shifting elsewhere. “Finished earlier than expected, so I came back.”
Originally, Baylon had insisted they check out his company together, but Mr. Quez suddenly summoned him. Louis had to head back to see what it was about. Visiting the company could wait–it wasn’t going anywhere.
“You didn’t eat lunch?” Louis asked again.
Freya carefully pinched the corner of the chip bag and gently tugged it downward, a smile plastered on her face. “I did, I did. Just bored, so I watched a movie and had some snacks.”
As she spoke, she dragged the chip bag down under the table and tossed it straight into the trash. From the original host’s memories, she knew Louis had never touched junk food, and eating it in front of him made her feel unpresentable. Oof— what a blow.
“That stuff’s all junk. Don’t eat too much of it,” Louis said, trying to hold back but failing to resist the comment.
“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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