Chapter 15 Promise
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She had already checked this morning. The property prices in this novel had only risen halfway so far. She wasn’t sure what Louis planned or whether he would really make a comeback, but no matter what, she had to find a way to buy a house first. By selling the bags and clothes, she could afford a down payment. Afterward, she could give the remaining money to Louis, and she would slowly pay off the house herself.
This way, even if Louis couldn’t make a comeback, they wouldn’t be without a place to live.
Freya’s mind wandered as she sat by the coffee table, staring at the computer screen without moving. Suddenly, an apple, peeled and perfectly cut, appeared in front of her. The fragrance of the fruit hit her, and the peel was even and smooth. She unconsciously swallowed and realized that Louis had placed the apple in front of her.
“Is this for me?” Freya pointed to herself.
Louis nudged the apple closer. “Sorry to trouble you.”
Freya was truly flattered. In the original story, Louis never got close to women and had little patience for them. Now, he was giving her an apple and had peeled it so beautifully. It was surprising!
She quickly took the apple. “It’s fine. After all, it was bought with your money. You never complained about me being wasteful. I’m already really grateful.”
Louis actually smiled. He usually had a relaxed expression, not particularly cold, but not approachable either. But when he smiled, Freya was stunned. How could a man be this handsome?
“Don’t worry, I will definitely buy you more bags in the future.”
Freya instinctively nodded, then blushed and came to her senses. “Yes, I believe you’ll make a comeback. Don’t rush, I’ll wait for you, and you can buy me more bags then.”
She even made a fist–pumping gesture. “Go for it, I believe in you!”
Louis got up with a slight smile, and once he was out of her sight, a glint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
After a whole afternoon of writing, she managed to churn out more than 10,000 words. For dinner, Freya made a pot pie, and they both had a casual meal before continuing with their own tasks.
By midnight, Freya had finished another 20,000 words. The next morning, after breakfast, Louis went out, and she focused on submitting her manuscript. She checked the second–hand site again and saw that eight more bags and a set of clothes had sold.
It felt as though a large sum of money was constantly flowing into her wallet, and Freya was in a great mood. She had just finished organizing her manuscript for submission when she heard someone knock at the door.
“Who’s there?” She got up to answer the door, and a woman’s voice came from outside.
“It’s me, Victoria Bennett.”
Victoria Bennett? Who is that?
Freya walked to the door, trying to recall, but couldn’t remember anyone by that name. When she opened the door, a woman stood there, her beauty sharp and piercing. As soon as she saw Freya, she gave her a calculating glance from head to toe, making Freya feel very uncomfortable.
“Are you not going to invite me in?” Victoria said as she tried to step inside.
Freya wasn’t sure who this was, so she quickly blocked her. “Who are you looking for?”
“If you’re Freya, I’m here to see you.” Victoria shifted her body and squeezed inside. “Louis isn’t here, right?”
Victoria had already entered, so Freya couldn’t exactly kick her out. She closed the door and politely poured a cup of coffee for her, placing it in front of her. “He’s not here. He left early this morning. What do you need from me?”
