Chapter 97:
Freya shook her head gently.
Her phone was seldom the center of her attention.
She checked the group messages only once in a while, primarily when her name popped up or someone reached out to her directly.
Otherwise, she rarely gave it a glance.
“In the three months since you departed Alerith for Jeucwell, it seems those three have paired off,” Frederick explained, his tone laced with irritation. “We vowed lifelong friendship, swearing that the first to fall in love would be the betrayer.”
Setting her drink aside, Freya stood resolutely. “I’m done with drinking for now.”
“Huh?” Frederick looked at her, baffled.
“Aren’t you fond of watching the races?” Freya’s spirits lifted further as she suggested, “Let’s go now.”
Frederick’s eyes widened, taken aback. “Seriously?”
“Yes, absolutely.” The corners of Freya’s mouth turned up in a soft, subtle smile.
“Wow!” Frederick exclaimed, leaping to his feet and enveloping Freya in a bubbly hug. “Freya, you’re awesome!” he said, his voice brimming with excitement.
Gently, Freya eased him back.
She never wanted to share her recent divorce from Kristian with her friends. They had once vowed never to marry if her own marriage ended in sorrow. She feared her dismal experience might dissuade them from seeking love themselves.
Now, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she learned some of her friends were now happily coupled.
That evening, Frederick and Freya ventured to a renowned racetrack in Alerith. Unlike the lavish venues frequented by the affluent, this circuit was a haven for elite racers from across the nation and beyond. While many yearned to witness the thrilling races, access was not granted to all.
𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 @ gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Well-acquainted with the venue, Freya had no trouble ensuring Frederick enjoyed a prime spot.
Mesmerized, Frederick watched race after race. Later, he shared a snapshot on social media, captioning it, “Can’t believe Freya dragged me into the world of racing—totally worth it!”
No sooner had he posted than the responses rolled in.
Ethel teased with a mock frown, “Unfair! She took you and not me!”
Trent inquired, “She wasn’t out there racing, was she?”
Frederick replied to Ethel, “After all, I’m Freya’s closest confidant.”
He then replied to Trent with a curt, “Not yet.”
One of his other friends chimed in eagerly, “Living the high life now, aren’t you? Did you snag her autograph while you were at it?”
“This is infuriating! I begged Freya to take me before, but she flat-out refused!” another commented.
“All this excitement over a car race? I’ve shared a bed with her, and you don’t hear me boasting about it.”
Frederick shot back, “You three love-struck fools have no right to speak!”
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