Chapter 138 Scalp–Tingling Panic
Chapter 138 Scalp–Tingling Panic
“Wasn’t it you who wrote that story, Freya?”
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Freya froze, staring in disbelief. “When did you read my novel? No–who let you read my novel? Wait a second–how did you even know which one was mine? I don’t remember ever telling you!”
“You didn’t,” Aiden said matter–of–factly. “But one time I walked past your laptop and saw the protagonist’s name on the screen. Later, at school, there wasn’t much to do, so I started reading your novel just to kill time.”
Then, with a wide–eyed innocent look, he asked, “Can you tell me what happens next? I promise I won’t spoil it for anyone.”
“You… you read that one? The ‘bossy CEO falls in love with me‘ type of story?” Freya felt like she’d just been punched in the gut. She had pride, okay? If anyone close to her ever read one of her over–the–top romances, she’d want to curl up and die. And now a kid had read it? Oh, God.
“Huh? I don’t think that’s the title,” Aiden said, confused. “But yeah, I think the guy’s a CEO. I thought parts of it were kinda weird though. Like, the male lead gets hit by a car, but he doesn’t lose any limbs–he just loses his memory? And then he somehow goes bankrupt because of that? And then the female lead randomly finds him and takes him home, and he falls in love with her? I mean, if someone loses their memory, do they lose their brain too? The girl can’t even remember her keys when she leaves the house.”
“That’s all made up! It’s just fiction, written to entertain readers,” Freya defended quickly. “Of course the plot is a bit dramatic —it’s what makes a story engaging! No one wants to read a boring slice–of–life with zero plot twists.”
“Oh. But don’t you think the guy in your story kinda reminds me of my uncle?” Aiden asked casually. “I mean, he also went bankrupt. They end up living together. Sure, your version lost his memory and got picked up off the street, but otherwise…”
A fatal blow.
Freya stiffened. What was she supposed to say? That she just happened to have memories of glamorous high society and couldn’t help using Louis as creative reference because he was basically a walking CEO archetype?
“Heh… well, stories always borrow from real life and then elevate it, you know? It’s not that I wrote your uncle into the story. It’s just that he’s so outstanding that he fits the mold of a typical romantic lead. It’s not my fault he overlaps with my character type. You probably didn’t read it carefully enough.”
She tried her best to ignore the sharp, probing gaze aimed at her and forced herself to keep explaining with as much composure as she could muster.
Still feeling the burn of that stare, Freya finally turned to the person beside her and gave a sheepish grin.
“I really didn’t write your uncle into the novel, okay? Aiden just didn’t read it properly. If he had, he’d see how different the characters actually are. It’s all just coincidence. Besides, your uncle’s too amazing–he’s too handsome, too smart. I could never do him justice in a story with my writing skills.”
“Mhm, my uncle is pretty awesome,” Aiden said with a proud nod. “And yeah, your writing didn’t quite capture how cool he really is.”
Why won’t this kid shut up? Freya seriously started regretting making him all that food. But she couldn’t say that out loud.
“I told you, I didn’t write about your uncle! Just because he fits a certain type doesn’t mean I can’t ever write characters like that again. That would be totally unfair!”
