Chapter 81 The So–Called Goddess
Chapter 81 The So–Called Goddess
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Finally out of the haunted house, Freya let out a breath of relief. Thinking back on it, she realized she’d worried too much at the beginning. The staff here clearly understood they couldn’t go too far with kids and had controlled the level of horror well. She’d stressed for nothing.
Aiden really wasn’t like the average kid–otherwise, his reaction earlier would’ve been more typical.
In any case, that ride was done. When she checked the time, it was already past eleven,
“It’s almost twelve. Should we get something to cat?” she suggested.
They weren’t starving, but it was time for a proper meal. Snacks wouldn’t cut it for long.
Aiden wanted McDonald’s. Freya was baffled. “I mean, I get why other kids would want that, but you’re used to eating gourmet meals. How do you still like fast food?”
She felt a little embarrassed. After all the effort she put into cooking, he still wanted McDonald’s? Would Louis think she’d been slacking off when he wasn’t home?
“I just want to try it out,” Aiden said with a grin. “The vibe there’s different, you know? Even if I eat good food all the time, that doesn’t mean I can’t switch it up once in a while.”
As he spoke, he latched onto Louis’s arm and started swaying it back and forth. “Uncle, let me go just this once, please? Eating fast food one time won’t make me sick. Come on, let me have some fun today!”
Louis stood there, tall and elegant–clearly a man of the modern world, yet somehow carrying the refined restraint of a gentleman from a bygone era. Freya found herself marveling at Aiden’s boldness. If it were her, she could never do something like that to someone like Louis–swinging his arm like a little kid trying to charm his way out of trouble.
The sight triggered a memory from Freya’s middle school days. Back then, she didn’t know how to dress up, and she definitely hadn’t been as pretty as she was now. Still, she’d passed as one of the class beauties. Her class had a trend at the time -boys would stick little notes on girls without them knowing, so they’d walk around clueless while others giggled.
Boys that age often teased girls they liked. Freya had been a frequent target. But unlike other girls who got shy or acted angry while secretly enjoying the attention, she had genuinely found it annoying and tiresome.
Once, a boy had pretended to greet her with a pat on the shoulder, trying to sneak a note onto her back. She caught him instantly and, irritated, pointed at the only girl in class who was prettier than she was and snapped:
“Why don’t you go stick it on her? She’s prettier than me.”
The boy had turned beet red and frantically waved his hands. “No way! She’s a goddess! I wouldn’t dare. Seriously, I wouldn’t.”
By the time they reached high school, that girl had become even more beautiful. But strangely, not many boys pursued her. Rumors spread among the male students that girls like her were out of their league. Even though everyone at that age was just a regular student, people already understood the difference between being pretty and being on another level.
That’s when Freya had learned the distinction between an average beauty and a goddess, When someone is that beautiful, it doesn’t inspire confidence–it inspires distance. Just being near them made people feel like they couldn’t act naturally.
Louis was one of those people.
Freya was sure of it. Only someone like Aiden, who’d grown up surrounded by attractive people, could ignore Louis’s overwhelming aura and behave so naturally in front of him.
