Chapter 386 Waylon’s Love Life Is a Team Sport
Chapter 386 Waylon’s Love Life Is a Team Sport
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Louis looked noticeably more relaxed. “What brings you here today? Weren’t you busy researching meridian lately?”
“I made a bit of progress. Since I don’t have any major surgeries today, figured I’d stop by,” Quinton said, raising his glass toward the three of them in a casual toast before taking a small sip. “Is Waylon not coming?”
“Louis is still busy chasing after our future sister–in–law. I guess we’ll only see him at parties like this after he finally wins her over,” Baylon said with a light sip of his own.
“You know how Waylon is–he’s been tailing her everywhere. But honestly, I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship. Who knows how long he’ll be stuck in limbo,” he added.
Quinton shook his head, then turned to Louis with a push of his glasses and a smile.
“Looks like out of all of us, only Louis managed to get the girl. You’re the only one who’s not flying solo anymore.”
Louis curled his lips into a subtle smile. “I got lucky; it’s fate.”
Kendrick twitched the corner of his mouth. “Louis, you’ve changed. If you keep this up, we’ll all start showing up at your place uninvited, mooching meals and ruining your time with Freya.”
Baylon took a step back. “Speak for yourself. You go if you want–I’m not getting punched by Louis.”
Quinton, lounging with ease, added, “Honestly, I’m fine being single. I’ve got more surgeries than I can handle anyway. If you go, bring my regards to Freya.”
“Oh, right, what about that thing I asked you about before?” Louis suddenly said to Quinton.
Kendrick and Baylon turned to look at Quinton in unison, clearly confused.
Quinton shrugged. “You never bring Freya over to my place. I can’t just write a prescription without seeing her. At the very least, I need to check her pulse or something. Regulating the body takes time.”
Kendrick and Baylon fell into silence.
Louis frowned. “Then I’ll find some time to bring her over.”
Freya’s current body always seemed to suffer around her period–Louis had done some research. nothing had helped. He’d wanted to bring her in for a proper consultation, but she thought it was unnecessary and overdramatic. So he turned to Quinton for help, but now Quinton was drawing lines too.
Since he couldn’t ask Freya to go directly, he decided to come up with an excuse to take her there; he hated seeing her uncomfortable all the time. He didn’t forget to instruct Quinton beforehand.
“When I bring her over, don’t bring any of this up. Just say you’re checking her pulse, no big deal.”
Quinton gave a helpless shrug and made an “OK” gesture to show he got it.
Kendrick and Baylon both rolled their eyes. Men in relationships were something else they even showed
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off their affection with righteous confidence.
On the other side of the room, Adeline had chatted with Freya for a while. But as the host, she couldn’t stay in one place too long, so she got up and left.
Freya didn’t mind and went right back to scrolling on her phone. These types of events bored her anyway. She didn’t want to deal with people coming up to talk or flatter her–she planned to mess around on her phone and observe what high–end parties were like, maybe use it as material for a future novel.
She scrolled into a joke that nearly made her laugh out loud. Don’t laugh too loud, she warned herself, holding it in.
Suddenly, someone bumped into her leg. She lost her balance and stumbled forward. Before she knew what was happening, she had fallen–straight into someone’s arms.
Trying to sit up, Freya was still dazed. She turned to see who she had crashed into–and the moment he turned his face, she sucked in a breath. This guy is insanely good–looking!
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With icy blue eyes and sharp features, his face looked like it had been carved from stone. He wore a slight scowl that gave off a wild, impatient air–but somehow, it didn’t come off as rude. Instead, he had this aristocratic aura about him, like a character straight out of a comic book.
“I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to-” the nearby waitress was practically in tears. Even standing in front of a devastatingly handsome man, she couldn’t spare a moment to swoon. She hurriedly pulled out a napkin, about to clean his clothes.
“No need,” the man said at once, holding out a hand to stop her. He took the handkerchief she offered, gently dabbed his clothes, and then handed it back. That’s when he finally noticed Freya.
Freya, still looking down to check her own clothes, missed the fleeting glimmer of surprise in his eyes.
“I’m terribly sorry, miss. I wasn’t steady on my feet and ended up making you fall,” he said. His English was a little awkward, but his tone was sincere.
It wasn’t intentional, and Freya wasn’t the type to make a fuss over something so minor, especially not at an event full of high–status people. She waved her hands quickly. “No worries, really. I just took a little spill. I’m not hurt or anything, it’s fine.”
But the man suddenly took her left hand and gave it a light kiss in a traditional gesture, then stood up.
