Elijah walked over.
As the butler approached to help pull out a chair, Freya smiled and said, “I can handle it here, you can go attend to other matters.”
The butler, perceptive, lowered his gaze and stepped back.
Freya pulled out a chair for him.
Elijah sat down, and she stood behind the chair, saying, “I made this, try it, you know I rarely cook.”
“I know.”
At home, she was always rushing off to work.
Breakfast was usually prepared by Linda.
After they finished eating, they would head out.
To be polite, Elijah ate the fried eggs first.
Even though they were just ordinary fried eggs, not as good as the ones Linda made.
But he felt they tasted especially good.
Freya’s hand rested on his shoulder as she embraced him from behind, gently asking, “Is it tasty?”
Elijah softly hummed in response.
Freya said, “You’re busy, you should have breakfast, it’s not good for your stomach otherwise.”
Elijah turned around, holding her hand, and said, “I understand.”
“After you finish, hurry up and leave, don’t delay things,” she said.
As she tried to withdraw her hand while talking, Elijah held on tighter and pulled her closer with a slight tug.
He kissed her lips, deliberately leaving a faint grease stain from the eggs he had just eaten.
Feeling satisfied, he let go, stood up, and elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“I’m leaving.”
Freya wiped her lips with a somewhat annoyed tone, saying, “Childish.”
But her face was filled with a happy smile.
…
After breakfast, Xander brought in a makeup artist.
Freya sat in front of the vanity, cooperating and sitting still.
“I don’t like heavy makeup,” she said.
She was afraid that the makeup artist would make her look too dazzling.
“Don’t worry, please trust my expertise,” the makeup artist said. “Your features are beautiful, I already have an idea, it will definitely meet your satisfaction.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”
Her clear and lively eyes did not require much embellishment, just a subtle eyeliner and soft eyeshadow to emphasize a natural, gentle allure tinged with a hint of charm.
This charm was not frivolous, but a display of feminine charisma.
Her hair was black with a slight curl.
She hadn’t styled it, it was just naturally wavy, as if meticulously maintained.
But it wasn’t.
…
Over an hour later.
Makeup and hair were mostly done.
The makeup artist looked at the person in the mirror, pleased with their work.
Because Freya was so beautiful.
It was already half past nine.
Freya had to put on her gown and jewelry.
She finished dressing just in time for ten o’clock.
“It’s perfect.”
The makeup artist said.
Freya was also very satisfied, it was indeed the feeling she wanted.
She picked up her skirt and walked out.
Xander followed.
On the side path, there was an extended Bentley Mulsanne parked.
Compared to the majestic Rolls-Royce, the Bentley appeared more gentlemanly, understated yet commanding!
Xander walked in front and opened the car door.
Freya bent down to get in.
There was a small crisscrossed slit on the left side of her skirt, a bit subtly sexy but not too revealing.
As she sat down, it rose a bit, revealing her thighs.
Elijah looked over.
Freya covered up, saying, “I’m a little uncomfortable.”
Elijah took a thin blanket and covered her.
When he leaned over, Freya grabbed his hand.
Elijah raised his eyebrows, “Nervous?”
Freya nodded.
Elijah reassured her, saying, “Just stay by my side, you don’t need to say anything.”
She increasingly felt that she and him were not a match.
Not the kind of person who could stand by her husband’s side, shoulder to shoulder.
Everything about him was achieved through his own efforts.
She only enjoyed the luxurious life he provided.
But she had not contributed to this success at all.
Taking a deep breath, she joked, “Do you think I can be a vase?”
Elijah sensed the meaning behind her words, raised his eyebrows and said, “In your field, you are outstanding, not inferior to me, you know? Having you as my wife, I feel honored. You are much nobler than me. I am filled with the smell of money, while you save lives.”
Freya felt a sense of inferiority, but hearing his words, she felt confident again, “Really?”
“Of course,” Elijah confidently answered, patting her shoulder. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Freya smiled and said, “I’m not afraid. If I really mess up, I’ll let you clean up after me.”
…
The car drove for a long time before stopping.
A designated person opened the car door.
Elijah got out first and walked over, extending his hand to her. She placed her hand in his palm and gracefully got out.
She raised her head and saw the building in front of her.