Chapter 148 Freya
Chapter 148 Freya
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As long as Freya was willing, she could find endless topics to talk about–after all, she was a novelist. Now that she’d thought of Jasmine’s name, she suddenly remembered some research she had done for a novel and asked shyly,
“Jasmine, your name… is it a Miller family thing?”
“It is. I come from the Miller family.” Jasmine hadn’t mentioned her identity earlier, but now that Freya had guessed it, she didn’t see any reason to hide. She answered openly and calmly.
Freya’s eyes widened instantly, sparkling with excitement. Oh my god, a real–life priestess! Or rather, a real–life, stunningly pretty girl! She couldn’t contain her joy.
“So, you’re a priest?”
“I am.”
“Ahhh! I’m actually seeing a living priestess! I knew there was a reason you’re so beautiful!” Freya couldn’t hold it in anymore
-she threw her arms around Jasmine in a quick hug, then let go and eagerly pulled out her phone.
“Let’s add each other on WhatsApp, okay?”
“WhatsApp?” Jasmine looked a little puzzled. She pulled a white cloth pouch from her side and took out her phone. “I don’t really know how to use it. Could you help me?”
“No problem at all! Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Freya didn’t think it was odd that Jasmine wasn’t familiar with WhatsApp–this was a minor issue she could easily handle.
She helped Jasmine add her, and in the process, she happened to catch a glimpse of Jasmine’s chats. There were only a few. Besides the default notifications, there was a Mathilda, a “Brother Sun,” and just a couple of group chats–one for work and one for the family.
After adding Jasmine, Freya felt completely satisfied. Now she could chat with Jasmine anytime, soak up her beauty through texts, and if she ever wrote another novel about priesthood, she had an expert to consult. What a win!
The two of them sat side–by–side in the waiting area, both stunning in totally different ways. Their looks and vibes were striking, and even passersby kept glancing back. But neither woman seemed aware of the attention–Freya was happily chatting away, and Jasmine, polite as ever, responded occasionally with just enough engagement to encourage Freya to keep going.
Louis and Waylon walked in just in time to see this odd yet mesmerizing sight: two incredibly beautiful women sitting close together–one excitedly chattering, the other listening patiently.
Waylon had never seen Jasmine so tolerant before. Usually, whenever he spoke to her, she would either accept or reject what he said, then quickly excuse herself as though she were too busy to waste time talking.
Louis, on the other hand, had never seen Freya so animated and enthusiastic. Even when she found out her novel was going to be adapted into a show, her excitement had been mostly contained. But now, her eyes were practically glowing. She looked simply happy–so cheerful, talking nonstop, almost leaning into Jasmine.
So she does know how to talk this much, Louis thought to himself, a little amused.
The two women were like a contrast of nature’s wonders–one like a snow lotus blooming on a remote cliff, the other like a radiant peony growing wild in the woods. Yet somehow, they matched beautifully. Each was beautiful in her own way. Together, they were like a painting.
Watching Freya nearly lean onto Jasmine, Waylon felt a twinge of irritation and muttered to Louis beside him,
“Louis, look at Freya. Aren’t you going to do something?”
