Chapter 541:
Eventually, Gerard dropped Kristian off at home.
At the same time, Freya got into Frederick’s car.
The moment she sat down, Frederick started running his mouth. “Freya, didn’t you already divorce Kristian? Why are you still tangled up with him? Oh, and is what Trent said true? About that man showing up? Freya, why aren’t you saying anything?” He’d gone on for a bit without a peep from her, so he finally paused to ask.
“You’ve fired off so many questions—how am I supposed to know which one to answer first?” Freya said, her tone relaxed. She felt at ease around him.
Frederick kept one hand on the wheel and looked a bit sheepish. He let the earlier topic drop and pivoted. “By the way, have you heard about the Captain?”
“What happened to him?” Freya immediately perked up at the mention. Her mind instinctively jumped to the last time she called the Captain—back then, it had been a way to cool down.
Frederick gave her a look. “You really don’t know?”
Freya raised a brow. “Know what?”
“Never mind.” Frederick swallowed whatever he was about to say. “Forget I said anything.”
“A supercar,” she commented.
“Freya, this isn’t about the car.”
“Two limited edition supercars.”
Frederick hesitated. “Trent said not to tell you yet.”
“Three.”
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“The Captain is coming back.”
Freya snapped to attention, sitting upright. “Where did you hear that?”
“From Trent,” Frederick replied, then gave her the full scoop. “He didn’t tell you? I thought he was messing with me.”
Freya’s stomach tightened.
The Captain was returning? Could it be to settle the score with her?
“What’s wrong?” Frederick asked as he drove into his complex and pulled into the parking lot.
Freya rubbed her temples, a faint trace of worry in her eyes. “Nothing.” She got out of the car with him.
After they went upstairs, she calmed herself with a glass of water. Standing by the bar, she looked over at Frederick lounging on the sofa. “Did Trent say when the Captain’s coming back?”
“Nope.” Frederick shook his head.
Freya set down her glass, lost in thought. “Text him and ask.”
Frederick, sharp enough to catch on, said, “Freya.”
“Did you do something wrong?” His tone was serious now.
“No.” Freya took another sip, feigning composure. “Just curious.”
“Really?”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I do,” he said without hesitation.
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