NovelBookChapter 991: "I hope so," Farrah gave her a soft smile.
Freya stayed for lunch, chatting through the afternoon before finally heading out.
With bodyguards and caretakers constantly nearby, Freya felt reassured. Whenever Farrah went out, the bodyguards would be with her to ensure her safety. And if she wanted to meet someone, the guards would go and bring them in. All in all, things were running smoothly. As Freya was about to leave, she gently reminded Farrah to reach out if anything cup—not to hesitate. Farrah smiled and nodded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDriving out of the villa complex, Freya planned to head back and move her things.
But just as she passed the gates, her car was stopped.
She narrowed her eyes at the vehicle blocking her path, her brows knitting with mild irritation. As she reached for the door handle to confront the driver, Felipe stepped out.
The sight of him immediately triggered worry. Had he gone to see Farrah? Had he upset her again? A dozen thoughts fired off in Freya's mind, all of them leading to one conclusion: she wasn't pleased.
"Don't look atlike that. I didn't go see Farrah," Felipe said, clearly catching on to her expression. "I promised her I wouldn't bother her anymore." "Then why are you here?" Freya's voice was cold-her opinion of him hadn't improved.
"I'm waiting for you." "What?" "I moved nearby after Christmas," Felipe explained calmly. "I've had people waiting here for your visit every day." Freya blinked, not following. "Why?" "I promised not to disturb her. But I still want to know how she's doing,” Felipe said earnestly, his tone far more sincere than before. "So, I waited for you." Freya had no intention of telling him anything. She didn't want Farrah to have anything more to do with him.
In her view, a man who once pressured his wife into terminating a pregnancy wasn't someone she could excuse. "How is she now?" Felipe asked.
"She's fine," Freya answered curtly. "Whatever else there is, it's none of your business anymore." "And the baby?" "Also fine." "Can I just see her from a distance?" Felipe's gaze softened, laced with a quiet desperation. "I won't go near her. Just... seeing her would be enough." "No." Freya shut him down without hesitation.
"Freya!" Felipe was visibly frustrated.
But there was nothing he could do was e about her. He could never beat her.
"And what good would it do? Would it undo what you did to her? Make her happier somehow?" Freya shot back without the slightest trace of mercy. She had no tolerance left for a man like him. "And why, exactly, should I subject her to that kind of discomfort just to indulge your pretend affection?" Felipe felt like he was going mad. He'd never met anyone as scathing as her.
"Pretend affection? I genuinely care for Farrah. I just handled it all wrong," he said. His voice tight.
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