Freya stepped down hard on the accelerator, her expression looked pretty similar to the time she had cut ties with Zachary. Her slightly furrowed eyebrows didn't look like they were going to smoother, out any time soon. Her expression right now would make any man know that she wasn't an easy woman to be with immediately.
Would Cyril end up becoming another man she would reject?
At the last intersection, just before we arrived home, we saw Aaron driving Emma towards the southern side of the city. We didn't talk with each other, so we didn't know what they were going to do.
Freya left right after sending us home. I had invited her in to spend some time with the kids, but she said she was feeling pretty tired.
She knew herself best, whether she was actually tired or just had some things on her mind. Regardless, she wasn't the type to tell you anything if she didn't want to.
Before we entered through the door, we heard Aurelia commanding Wynn and Neal.
"Not like that Wynn! You have to do it like
this. Stick it here!"
"Neal, you agree with me. right?!"
I felt my mood improve dramatically when I heard her energetic voice. I walked in and said jokingly, "What are you doing? Aurelia, is your brother doing something wrong again?"
"Mommy! Anne!"
Aurelia dropped everything in her hands and ran over, jumping into my embrace.
"Good girl." I smiled and brushed the tip of her nose. "What are you all doing?"
"We're making lanterns!" Aurelia said proudly. "I've finished mine first!"
"Really? Good job! Let me see."
As I said this, I went into the living room and noticed all the scattered parts on the sofa and on the coffee table. There was one lantern that looked complete and was barely visible.
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