Chapter 312 Photo Memories and Embarrassing Threats
Chapter 312 Photo Memories and Embarrassing Threats
Even though the outfits in the photo had clearly aged with time, they did nothing to diminish the beauty of the woman in the frame. Freya thought Louis’s mother had such presence that she could’ve easily made it as a movie star.
“Actually, it all started when my mom helped my dad get his wallet back,” Louis said, shaking his head with a helpless smile.
“Huh?” Freya turned to look at him. “Come again?”
“With the kind of background my dad had back then, he met plenty of beautiful women. Celebrities that most people could only dream of? He could’ve had them with the snap of a finger–if he wanted. But he wasn’t into all that nonsense. As for him and my mom…”
Louis’s lips curled into a smile as if picturing his dad bragging again for the umpteenth time -sitting on the couch, talking with that nostalgic gleam in his eyes.
“His car broke down on the road, and while he was waiting for help, he wandered off. A pickpocket spotted him, swiped his wallet, and took off. My mom just happened to be walking by, saw it happen, and immediately took the thief down and got his wallet back. According to him, the moment he laid eyes on her, it was like she was glowing–he literally couldn’t look away.”
“Like fate stepped in and pointed her out as his destined love, right?” Freya chimed in with a sly wink.
“Exactly.” Louis chuckled, rubbing her head as he turned to the next page.
The first few pages were mostly photos of Louis’s mom and dad, with the occasional one of his grandfather. But then, suddenly, a baby showed up in the photos.
“That’s you, right?” Freya pointed at the picture excitedly. “You were so cute as a baby! Those big eyes and that sweet smile!”
“Yeah, that was my one–month–old photo.” Louis subtly shifted the album to block that photo with his arm and pointed at the next one. “This was when I turned one.”
The baby in the one–month photo had soft, chubby cheeks and a bright, sweet smile. But in the one–year photo, that same baby had already grown into a little boy with a deadpan expression and zero amusement in his eyes.
“You were already stone–faced at one year old? Your parents must’ve had a rough time trying
to get you to smile for pictures.”
“Pretty much. They’d try everything to get me to smile, but I thought they were annoying, so I just never gave them the satisfaction.” Louis’s voice carried a subtle sigh.
Freya imagined the scene and could feel the trace of regret in his tone. Her heart ached a little for him.
She wiggled around to turn in his lap, then wrapped her arms around him and started patting his back.
“It’s all in the past. If your parents could see how amazing you turned out, they’d be so proud. And hey, you’ve got me–your awesome wife–now, and you’re definitely going to be happy. So I bet they’re happy too, wherever they are.”
Louis tightened his arms around her. “Yeah… they’re happy. And so are we.”
Once she made sure Louis wasn’t feeling down anymore, Freya took the lead and turned the next page. The album was filled with childhood photos of Louis–reading, writing, practicing martial arts, playing in the park, even horseback riding.
But the best one by far was a shot of him standing on a mountaintop. He must’ve been seven or eight, wearing a casual windbreaker, his expression stiff as ever. With his back to a dramatic cliff drop, he stood with his arms stretched wide and eyes locked on the sky, looking absolutely unimpressed.
Freya burst out laughing. “Oh my god! You’re so cute in this one! Did your parents make you pose like that?”
“They said if I didn’t cooperate, Mom would show everyone my childhood photos where I was dressed like a girl.”
“Photos of you in girls‘ clothes?” Freya’s eyes sparkled. “Where are those?”
“You think I’d actually let you see them?” Louis tapped her head and gently turned it back toward the photo album.
But Freya was already scheming. She might’ve looked obedient on the outside, but now that she knew those photos existed, there was no way she was giving up. She’d sneak back later and find them.
The rest of the album mostly showed Louis as he got older. His parents stopped appearing after a certain point, and the photos of him gradually lost that natural, candid warmth. He always looked formal, standing with other people or alone–like he was reluctantly posing at
some important event.
Right around then, Marilyn knocked on the door to let them know dinner was ready.
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