Chapter 135 Aiden’s Return
Chapter 135 Aiden’s Return
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“Then it’s settled. I’ll go ahead and get back to them. Once the contract is signed, they’ll wire you the money–after taxes, of course. Don’t worry, they won’t butcher your novel. Once the script work begins, I’ll let you know.” The editor was brisk and decisive. Freya responded that she had no problem with that.
As soon as the chat window closed, Freya sprang to her feet, hands on her hips, and burst into silent laughter like a madwoman looking up at the ceiling. Louis had just come out of the bathroom after washing his hands and was met with the sight of the usually soft and adorable Freya acting borderline deranged–half smug, half insanely delighted.
What on earth just happened–did she win the lottery?
In ten seconds flat, Freya’s mind raced from buying a house with the money, to investing it, to building a dream life. It was like she lived out an entire lifetime in her head. Then she looked down–only to meet Louis‘ surprised gaze.
Her smile froze. Quietly lowering her hands, she plopped back onto the couch and cleared her throat.
“Ahem… So, uh… my novel just got bought. I should be getting the payment in a few days.”
The joy in her voice couldn’t be hidden if she tried. It practically radiated from her, and it was contagious. Seeing her unable to stop smiling, Louis also gave a small, faint smile.” Then I guess last night’s dinner was really well–timed.”
“Yeah, totally.” Freya waved her hand with a grin. “It’s nothing, really. I just got a little overexcited. You go ahead and do your thing–I’m gonna get back to writing.”
As Louis shut his door, he could still hear cheerful humming from the living room. Hmm. Off–key.
Freya had gotten so hyped the night before that she ended up writing into the wee hours. The next morning, for the first time ever, she actually overslept. When she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed her phone, it was already nine a.m.!
Crap–she hadn’t made breakfast for the big guy this morning. That was a first!
She scrambled to throw on some clothes and rushed into the living room–only to be met with two faces, one big and one small, turning to look at her in unison. Freya lit up with surprise and joy.
“Aiden, you’re back!”
Aiden pouted, clearly unhappy. “Freya, I remember someone promised she’d pick me up from school with my uncle.”
“Uh… I overslept. I’m sorry.” Freya apologized sincerely and admitted her mistake. She took a few quick steps forward, gave Aiden a beaming smile, and said, “How about I make something delicious for you today? Last night, I got word that my novel’s copyright got sold. I was too excited and stayed up way too late writing.”
Aiden had already heard the news that morning, but after waiting so long without seeing her, he’d been a bit disappointed. Still, he was a good kid, and seeing how apologetic she was, he gave a dignified little nod. “Fine. I’ll forgive you since you’re being so sincere.”
Louis reached out and flicked Aiden on the forehead, his tone flat. “Watch your tone.”
Aiden clutched his forehead. “Uncle, you can’t just forget about me now that you’ve got a wife! I’m the real family here! And anyway, it was Freya who made the promise first!”
What was he even saying? Wife? This little brat was really just making things up. Freya curled her finger and gave him a flick to the back of the head. “You’re just a kid. Stop saying nonsense.”
Aiden looked left, then right, and suddenly felt like something about the atmosphere between his uncle and Freya had changed today. He couldn’t say exactly what it was–it just felt… strange.
