Chapter 208:
“What is it?” Freya’s voice was calm as she turned to face Farrah.
“It’s nothing serious,” Farrah responded, her smile belying her annoyance at Felipe’s blunt intrusion.
“I’ve just been mulling over what would be a good name for the baby. I’ve thought about it for a while but can’t seem to decide.”
Freya’s immediate thought was to suggest turning to the child’s father. Remembering what Farrah had mentioned earlier, her brow creased slightly.
That fucking scumbag didn’t deserve a say.
“I’ll think it over at home and share some suggestions with you later,” she offered with genuine warmth, her usual sincerity shining through.
“Don’t worry about it right now. We’ve got plenty of time; the baby isn’t due for several months.”
Farrah nodded, her face relaxing into a grateful smile.
“Okay, thanks.”
Liam, his voice tinged with a note of provocation, remarked,
“Isn’t it customary to involve the father in choosing the child’s name? If you’re struggling to find a suitable name, Miss Welch, perhaps the baby’s father could provide some inspiration.”
Farrah’s gaze shifted involuntarily towards Felipe, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions.
Before she could muster a response, Freya cut in sharply, her voice frosty with disapproval.
“He doesn’t deserve a say in such a crucial matter.”
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Liam’s eyes widened in surprise, unprepared for Freya’s fierce stance. Beside him, Kristian’s brow furrowed in confusion, mirroring the sentiment.
Felipe, too, looked taken aback, his face a mask of bewilderment. The three men exchanged looks, their faces etched with confusion at her unexpected outburst.
Zander’s face remained unreadable, his gaze drifting over to Felipe to gauge his reaction.
Felipe’s initial flash of anger quickly dissolved into a resigned nod. What was Freya’s deal? Why was she getting involved in their issues? On further reflection, she had a valid point. He wasn’t the baby’s father, so he truly wasn’t deserving.
Breaking the tense silence, Liam ventured cautiously,
“Freya, why did you say that?”
“I’m done eating. Go ahead and enjoy your meal.” Brushing off the question, she put her utensils down, stood, and quietly headed for the sofa.
Minutes ticked by, and soon, everyone had wrapped up their breakfast. As the group prepared to leave the villa, a new issue surfaced. Liam had brought Freya here, so how was she supposed to get back?
“Freya,” Liam’s voice carried a hint of curiosity as he approached her.
“Do you want to ride in my car or Kristian’s?”
Before she could answer, Trent intervened with a firm tone, jangling his car keys as a clear indication of his preference.
“She’ll ride with me,” he declared.
Freya exchanged a knowing glance with Trent, picking up on the undercurrent of urgency in his eyes. With a subtle nod, she agreed,
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