NovelBookChapter 841: "No, I don't think it's right to keep lying to his parents." Ethel exchanged a look with Hugh.
Hugh figured it was tto clue his daughter in, or she'd stay blissfully clueless about affairs of the heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mina." "Yeah?" "I need to talk to you about something. Got a minute?" "Go ahead." "I think Ellis has a crush on you," Hugh said gently, testing the waters.
Freya looked genuinely puzzled. As far as she knew, her father and Ellis had never even met.
Hugh seemed to catch her unspoken thought. "Even though I haven't met him, as a man, I can tell. Asking you to play the part of his girlfriend—it says something." "You're reading too much into it," Freya answered, her tone calm and collected.
Hugh looked a little wounded. "You don't believe me?" "These days, it's not that unusual to have someone pretend to be your partner," Freya replied casually. "Times have changed since you were young, so don't overanalyze it." Hugh was speechless. How did this turn into a generational debate? He pressed, "If you have a crush on someone, would you confess outright?" Freya didn't even blink. "Yes." "You're not afraid that if it doesn't work out, you won't even be able to stay friends?" Ethel jumped in, her eyes full of curiosity.
New chapters now on galnov[]lsFreya looked truly baffled. "Why wouldn't we be able to be friends?" Ethel and Hugh both felt that Kristian had been wildly lucky back then. Even after going through a whole marriage, Freya's view of love was still charmingly innocent. If real feelings were the price to win her over, Kristian might never have stood a chance.
"When you are in love with someone, it's only natural to be a little cautious," Ethel said with quiet earnestness. "If you don't confess, you're scared of missing the chance. But if you do, you're afraid it'll backfire and ruin the friendship completely." Freya frowned slightly, still finding the whole thing a bit convoluted. To her, loving someone meant just saying it -and if it didn't work out, then so be it. Life moved on.
"It's a tangled process," Ethel began, her voice carrying both warmth and weight, "but also a bittersweet echo of youthful innocence." She turned to Freya with a thoughtful look. "Didn't you ever go through anything like that during school?" Given Freya's appearance and temperament, Ethel always assumed suitors had swarmed around her like bees to a blossom. Why was her sister still so clueless? It simply didn't add up.
Freya paused, thinking. "No." But the truth wasn't that simple.
Back in school, her world revolved around textbooks and trophies-she had thrown her heart entirely into the pursuit of knowledge, pouring her tinto classrooms and competitions.
Each day, she arrived with study materials in hand and left the sDway, eyes fixed on the horizon of NO academic success, blind to the paper hearts tucked in lockers or hands stretched with timid hopes.
She had always seemed a step ahead of her peers, not in age, but in mind-mature beyond her years, learning many things on her own after reaching middle school.
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