Chapter 31 Going Home
Chapter 31 Going Home
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Because Kendrick was sitting next to her, no one else came over. Among these people, anyone with even a bit of status knew Kendrick was someone you didn’t mess with―completely reckless and impossible to deal with when angry.
Freya had expected to face a lot of awkward situations at this party, but before long, Louis was already taking her away. Kendrick tried to call Louis over for something, but Louis turned him down. Then the two of them left together.
From beginning to end, aside from the three people they’d bumped into at the start, it felt like the others only greeted Louis when they happened to pass by–and that was it. Freya couldn’t even tell why Louis had come to the party in the first place.
Sitting in the car, she thought back to the memories of the cannon fodder’s past–whenever Louis attended a party, there’d always be crowds trying to get close to him. Compared to that, now there was no one around except Kendrick. Watching Louis drive up front, Freya couldn’t help but feel that Louis‘ figure held a quiet kind of desolation.
She hesitated for a good three minutes before finally mustering the courage to speak. “Did you accomplish what you came to the party for today?”
Louis was caught off guard by the question. He thought of the moment Freya had stepped in front of him and answered in a low voice, “I guess I did.”
She thought, He didn’t really do anything, but he says he accomplished his goal… I really don’t understand how these powerful people operate. Maybe he just wanted to show everyone that he wasn’t doing as badly as they thought? No way Louis is that petty… He grew up with privilege and received the best elite education.
Since he seemed down, Freya tried to bring up something a little more cheerful.
“Didn’t I sell off all those bags and clothes before? Now we’ve got a bit of money. Our daily expenses aren’t that high, so I was thinking… since the finances are all settled and we’re not in debt anymore, maybe we should buy a small apartment. We could put down a deposit now, and I’ll use my manuscript payments to cover the rest. We’ll keep six months‘ worth of living expenses on hand just in case, and whatever’s left, if you want to use it for business or something, you can.”
Louis froze. He hadn’t expected Freya to say something like that. Looking at her beautiful, slightly hopeful face through the rearview mirror, he saw no trace of reluctance—as if giving him the money was something she genuinely wanted to do.
“No rush.” Louis lowered his gaze and stepped on the gas.
“How can we not rush? Housing prices are changing every day–if we don’t buy soon, we’ll lose out more and more. Renting isn’t a long–term solution. If you’re worried or uncomfortable, we can put the place in your name. At the very least, having a home means we won’t have to worry about ending up with nowhere to go.”
This was important–Freya was showing a rare level of urgency.
Louis went quiet for a moment. “Alright. I’ll think about it.”
As long as he’d consider it, that was enough. Freya let out a breath of relief. Louis definitely had a better eye than she did- whichever place he chose would surely be better than what she would’ve picked. With him around, she could relax.
What Freya didn’t know was that after they got home that evening and she returned to her room to continue writing. Louis received a phone call:
“Louis, I found what you asked me to look into. I’ve sent the encrypted file to your email. I haven’t told anyone else about this. Go take a look.”
