Chapter 11 Lunch
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“Yes, her values are quite correct.” Louis felt that his perception of Freya had been somewhat biased.
Derek was pleasantly surprised. “Louis, looks like you’ve found a treasure! Listen to what she said, those money you spent on her weren’t wasted. She remembers your kindness. Ms. Stone’s character is flawless.”
“Mm.” Louis opened the car door. “I won’t be going out this afternoon. Handle the paperwork for the real estate, please.”
“Got it.” After Louis got out of the car, Derek drove off.
Louis had planned to head straight home, but after a moment’s thought, he decided to take a detour to the supermarket. When he returned and opened the door, he saw Freya sitting on the living room carpet in front of the couch, typing away rapidly on her laptop. The house was filled with a delicious aroma.
“You’re back.” Hearing the door open, Freya glanced up at him but didn’t stop typing, her hands moving swiftly.
Louis placed the fruit he had bought on the coffee table and walked over with curiosity. He noticed that Freya was facing a Word document and, upon closer inspection, realized she was writing a story.
“I realized I’ve almost forgotten everything from my major, but I still remember some of the other things I studied before. Plus, I’ve always been into novels, so I have a decent understanding of this area. I thought I’d try writing some online fiction. You don’t mind, do you?” Freya asked while still typing, clearly just asking politely.
Louis thought this was in line with her situation. He didn’t expect her to make money from it, so he didn’t give a clear answer. “As long as you’re happy.”
Freya knew Louis probably didn’t think much of these things and likely didn’t understand them. She decided to change the topic. “The pork ribs are already in the oven. It’ll probably take about an hour before the food’s ready. You go ahead and do your work.”
Louis nodded, went to wash up, changed his clothes, and retreated into his room without coming out.
An hour later, Freya knocked on the door to call him out for dinner. On the table were two plates of spaghetti, and the dishes were quite rich, full of vibrant colors. Freya had even garnished it, clearly having put thought into the presentation.
“This is my first time making pork ribs, so I’m not sure how they’ll turn out. Try it and let me know. If it’s not good, I can go make a salad later,” Freya said, sitting across from Louis and picking her spaghetti.
Since her parents‘ accident in college, Freya had lived on her own. Influenced by her parents, she didn’t demand too much from life but still maintained a certain standard. She cleaned the house regularly and cooked whenever she had free time, keeping a well–organized schedule. So, her life skills were fine.
Saying this now was just out of politeness. She wouldn’t claim to be a top chef, but her cooking was certainly up to home- cooked standards. She used to be the one cooking for her friends at gatherings and received plenty of compliments.
Louis picked up a piece of meat and tasted it, nodding. “Not bad. It’s really good.”
“That’s great! Then eat more. Things have been chaotic these past few days. You haven’t eaten well or rested properly. You’ve worked hard,” Freya said, pushing a glass of lemon water she’d made earlier in the day toward him. “This has a bit of honey in it, to help with vitamin C. Drink as much as you like, but don’t complain if it’s too sour.”
Louis lowered his gaze, still feeling that the woman in front of him seemed like a completely different person. Her behavior didn’t match the information he had gathered or the way she had been for the past two years. But he also realized he hadn’t paid close attention to her before. He couldn’t say that the information he had was completely accurate. All he could do was suppress the growing doubts in his heart.
