My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1915

In fact, I have nothing to say much about them. Aside from Irvin, Freya and Cyril were the only acquaintances in my life. As for the richest man, whom I had met once, I was livid about what happened the previous night, therefore I didn't mention him to Freya.

Freya gave me a sense of intimacy.

We had a leisurely chit-chat, and it was already eleven o'clock in the twinkling of an eye. I stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. "It wasn't easy getting together. Come join me for lunch."

Freya did not refuse. "Of course, I won't leave even if you ask me to."

I cracked a smile, finding that this uncivil and playful behavior of hers felt somewhat familiar.

When I was about to reach the kitchen, I vaguely heard Freya mutter something to Cyril behind my back though I couldn't make out the words.

It wasn't long before Freya came in to keep me company.

"Miss Moore, you can just sit outside and wait. The food will be ready soon."

Freya sighed helplessly. "I'm more used to hearing you call me Freya." "Sorry." I apologized again.

"Forget it, let's not fixate on this. Come, let me help."

"You are a guest. How could I ask you to..."

"Save your courtesy for others. I don't really regard myself as an outsider."

With the help of the servants and Freya, the meal was ready in less than half an hour.

Just when we were about to start our lunch, the sound of a car getting parked could be heard from outside.

Soon, Irvin ambled into the villa while jiggling his car key in hand. He happened to turn his head when he went by the kitchen and noticed the two strangers. He patently stopped dead in his tracks.

However, the perplexed look instantly faded away from his face, turning into a faint smile.

He walked over and said, "Why didn't you let me know that there are guests visiting us? We should have prepared some delicacies for our guests."