Chapter 13 His Self–Esteem
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“Cough,” Louis cleared his throat. “It’s fine, don’t be too embarrassed. The house is small, and we’ll see each other often. You’ll get used to it.”
“Yes, I’ll get used to it,” Freya nodded repeatedly, then curiously asked, “Aren’t you going out today?”
“The things I needed to do today are finished, so I won’t be going out this afternoon,” Louis replied. Then he suddenly remembered, “Since I won’t be here these days, is there anything you need help with around here?”
Freya hadn’t thought of it until he mentioned it. As soon as he said it, she immediately remembered:
“Yes, the light on the balcony and the pull–down clothes rack seem to be having problems. Do you know how to fix them?”
Freya wasn’t sure about it. Although this was a skill most men should have, for someone like Louis, it was more likely that replacing the broken items would be easier than fixing them. He probably hadn’t picked up such skills in the past.
Louis paused, then said, “I’ll give it a try. Let me check it out first.”
“If it doesn’t work, I can always call someone to fix it later,” Freya had planned to do that anyway.
Louis paused again and replied in a neutral tone, “I haven’t looked at it yet.”
Alright, Louis was a bit proud. She probably should’ve waited for him to check it out before saying something like that. It was her fault for accidentally hurting his pride.
Freya kept quiet, realizing that Louis might not be familiar with these things. She quickly ran to the living room, grabbed the tools, and brought them to him. Louis was already adjusting the clothes rack, lowering it to check the connections.
“I’ve got the tools here. If you need help, just call me. I’m going to write now,” Freya said, dropping the tools off. She didn’t want to watch Louis make a fool of himself, so she left quickly and went back to the living room to continue writing.
She couldn’t hear anything from the balcony and didn’t know how the repairs were going. She opened the web page and searched for contact details of local repairmen, jotting them down on the notebook on the coffee table before opening Word again to keep writing.
Gradually, Freya became so absorbed in writing that she completely forgot about the balcony issue. By the time she finished a chapter, Louis emerged from her bedroom with the toolbox in hand. He noticed the notebook on the table and saw that it contained several repair contact numbers.
He didn’t say anything, but Freya felt awkward for some reason. She subtly stretched her arm and closed the notebook.
“How was it? Did you fix it?”
“Yeah, it’s all done,” Louis put the toolbox back in its place. “Is there anything else?”
“No, nothing else.”
Louis stood in front of her without leaving, and Freya grew nervous. “Is something wrong? Is there something else?” “Even though I grew up in the Graham family, I’m not so helpless that I don’t know basic life skills,” Louis said seriously. “So, if anything comes up at home, you can just tell me. I’m not just someone who knows how to make money.”
“What? Oh, okay. I understand,” Freya replied, looking at Louis‘ serious face. She found it oddly cute. No matter whether he succeeded or failed in business, his appearance was flawless. As the most handsome man‘ in her novels, even his neutral expression was incredibly attractive.
Freya thought to herself that it was impressive how she could remain calm in front of such a man.
After saying that, Louis gave Freya a meaningful look before heading back to his room. Freya suddenly realized something and jumped up to run to his door. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
