Since I was going into Freya's territory, of course I had to call and let her know. After hanging up on Aaron's call, I went straight to her house.
Aurelia and Wynn were at school during the day, and Aaron's family had moved to Emma's house. Hence, it was quiet at home.
Once I reached the house, I heard from the guard that Freya left in the morning and never mentioned when she would be home.
Just as I was about to call Freya, Zachary walked out of the entrance with casual clothes and a pair of scissors that were used to trim flowers and plants.
"You're looking for Freya?" Zachary's voice became more mature over the years. His tone was so gentle, and he was at the age where he had this unique and attractive charm.
Time always favoured men. The broken past seemed like it had never happened.
"Yeah." I nodded politely and looked at him from head to toe. Looking at his outfit, it seemed that he had moved in with Freya already.
Were they planning to remarry?
It did not seem like Freya's style.
Zachary saw through my thoughts. He raised the scissors in his hand and explained, "Oliver hasn't been feeling well recently, and Freya is too busy with work. Hence, I came over to stay with him for a few days in the guest room."
It was such a short sentence but sounded as if he was trying to cut off their relationship. However, it sounded also like he was innocently showing off. Whenever Oliver was there, he could stay with Freya for a longer time.
I had always been a person who couldn't forget things easily. Although many years have passed, I still didn't know how to get along with him. Hence, I just smiled faintly and said, "This is between the both of you. You don't need to explain anything to me. Since Freya is not here, I'll get going then."
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