Chapter 225 Funny Matter
Chapter 225 Funny Matter
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“That’s true. Pretty faces are easy to find, but someone on Ms. Stone’s level? That’s pure luck. When a man finally lands one, of course he’s gonna spoil her rotten. If he doesn’t and she gets fed up and files for divorce, there’d be a line of guys waiting to take his place. A woman like her wouldn’t have any trouble marrying into wealth again.”
“Exactly. Looks are everything for a woman. If you’re beautiful, you’ll marry well–and once you do, you’ve got it made.” One of the actresses sighed like she’d just uncovered some profound truth.
Nearby, Clara, who was still on break, couldn’t help but scoff at their shallow reasoning.
Reducing everything to looks–no wonder none of them are lead material.
Sure, beauty mattered. But if Freya were just a pretty face with nothing else to offer, would Louis really dote on her like this? Stunning women might be rare, but for someone like Louis, finding another woman as gorgeous as Freya wouldn’t be impossible.
Yet he chose Freya. Why? Because she is worth it.
Let’s not forget–Freya graduated from a top university, sold her novel’s adaptation rights within months, and wrote well enough to catch Mr. Daniel’s attention. Since joining the crew, she’d never pulled rank, instead putting in the work with focus and humility. Even when Zane snapped at her, she took it in stride, reflecting on whether she’d actually messed up.
Screenwriting wasn’t easy, yet she never complained, keeping pace without a word. She could’ve stayed home as a pampered housewife, shopping her days away–no kids yet, after all. But here she was, grinding toward her dreams in a field that demanded intellect and class. What man wouldn’t admire that?
Clara’s thoughts spiraled, a twinge of bitterness creeping in. To her, Freya was the epitome of talent and luck. Past the age of petty jealousy, Clara knew some people were just born charmed–no use resenting it. All she could do was accept her own less–gilded path and keep pushing forward.
Some folks are just blessed. Must’ve stacked good karma in a past life.
What she didn’t realize was that Freya’s idea of “luck” was nothing like theirs.
To Freya, her good fortune wasn’t about looks or Louis–it was waking up in this world after death, intact in body and mind, decently smart and attractive. And yes, stumbling into someone like Louis was a bonus.
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Chapter 225 Funny Matter
He never made things difficult for her. In fact, he’d been nothing but considerate.
Imagine if I’d transmigrated into some backwater village. Or worse–into one of those toxic CEO romance novels where the male lead growls
“Woman, you’ve piqued my interest” or covers his cars screeching “I’m not listening!”
The mental image of Louis pulling those stunts hit her like a rogue giggle bomb.
“What’s so funny?” Louis had noticed her staring out the window earlier, eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth. Now she’d outright snorted, piquing his curiosity.
Freya turned to his neutral–but–concerned expression–then immediately pictured him delivering cringe–worthy melodrama lines. Another snicker escaped.
She tried to smother it, straightening her face with an unconvincing wave. “Nothing, nothing. Just remembered a funny scene I’m working on.”
A scene so hilarious it makes you laugh at the sight of me?
Louis wordlessly ruffled her hair. “If you want to laugh, laugh. Don’t hold back.”
That undid her completely.
Derek itched to ask what was so hysterical–Freya’s laughter was downright infectious–but without Louis prompting, he had no place to pry. He resigned himself to stewing in curiosity.
When they reached the hotel parking lot, Derek stayed behind as Louis scooped Freya up again.
She squirmed. “I can walk, really.”
“With a knee injury? Are you sure you can put weight on it without wincing?” He didn’t break stride.
“I’m not that delicate.” Back in school, a rollerblader had knocked her flat–worse than this- and she’d still hobbled to class alone after her parents dropped her at the gates.
