Chapter 274

Percival possessed an incredible ability to think on his feet. Even when unaware of all the details, hearing a bit of related information was enough. Partnering with him made things much easier for Odalys.

At that moment, his phone buzzed, and Odalys could clearly hear a woman's voice on the other end. Percival froze, his gaze shifting toward the floor below; his mind was clearly racing. A red Ferrari zoomed into the Stewart Villa's driveway and stopped in front of the building.

"I've got something to take care of. I'll be back in a bit," Percival said in a hoarse voice. He quickly turned and left, his steps hurried.

Odalys watched the familiar Ferrari, remarkably like the one Freya had been driving earlier that day. Turning to the door, still sunlit, Odalys paused, lost in thought. She stepped outside, heading downstairs. When she entered the living room, it was dim, so she grabbed a lamp and took a seat.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights outside flickered to life. Odalys stepped outside, the cool night breeze brushing against her face. As she looked around, she spotted Percival standing under a streetlamp with a tall figure before him. The woman had her head lowered, her long wavy hair spilling over her shoulders. She was wearing a Chanel outfit that exuded sophistication and grace. The woman stood before him, head bent low, seemingly crying.

"Who's that?" Odalys raised an eyebrow, leaning lazily against the doorframe, observing the scene from a distance. The woman kept rubbing her eyes, clearly trying to wipe away her tears. Percival's handsome face was clouded with anger. After a long moment, he sighed and reached out to gently pat her head.

Odalys couldn't help but stare at the woman's silhouette, her gaze drawn to the small bag she was holding. That bag looked just like one Freya had been carrying earlier that day. Freya had avoided Odalys's eyes that day. After recording their show, Freya had been with her when Odalys called Percival's name when the news of Percival's supposed death went viral. It seemed that ever since that moment, Freya had been acting strangely, especially since she was the first to call after the news broke.

While Odalys was deep in thought, she saw the woman turn her head and look in her direction. Under the dim streetlight, Odalys recognized Freya. Her face was delicate and beautiful. Although the distance was a bit far, Odalys was sure it was Freya.

"So it really is her," Odalys muttered under her breath. At that moment, Odalys felt a sense of guilt, as though she were eavesdropping on their private moment. She awkwardly touched her nose, turning to head back inside.

But then Freya started running toward her, panic in her eyes. She grabbed Odalys by the arm, her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head, whispering, "Odalys, I'm so sorry."

"What?" Odalys watched in confusion as Freya rushed toward her, apologizing through her tears.

Odalys was completely at a loss. No matter what, she and Percival were just business partners. Even if Freya and Percival had something going on, there was no need for Freya to apologize to her. They had agreed that after a month, Odalys would leave the Stewart family, and with half the month already passed, that time was nearly up. So Freya showing up at her door wasn't a surprise. But Odalys didn't think Freya had a boyfriend. In fact, Freya didn't seem like someone who had many suitors, she wondered. "What's their relationship?" she mused. What was the real connection between her and Percival? What exactly was going on here?

Chapter 271

"Odalys, I'm so sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me," Freya cried, her voice shaky. Freya almost bowed before her, but Odalys reacted quickly, grabbing her by the arm to stop her. Tears streamed down Freya's face. Her lips trembled as she sobbed and suddenly collapsed into Odalys' arms.

"It's all my fault. I didn't mean for this to happen. I just… I just like you so much, more than you could ever know. That's why I said those things…" Freya sobbed softly, her voice barely audible. She spoke as if making a heartfelt confession.

Odalys was completely stunned by her confession. She had thought that Freya and Percival had feelings for each other, but it turned out that Freya liked her. However, Freya didn't seem like the type to be a lesbian.

"What are you talking about?" Odalys was a bit confused. Her mind was struggling to keep up with Freya's words, feeling like it had exploded in a chaotic mess. She had no idea what was happening. She was curious about what could have made Freya cry so hard. Freya liked Odalys, but she came to find Percival. This didn't quite make sense.

Freya began, "I liked you from the moment I first saw you. I thought you were a great person, and you're beautiful. I wanted to introduce you to my cousin and have you marry him. Wow, I even said it a few times. It's all my fault; I really said it a lot."

"Then, I almost messed things up for my cousin, but luckily, you didn't agree," Freya said, tears streaming down her face. It was hard to imagine that she was once a well-regarded star, now in such a messy state. Her makeup was ruined from crying, looking utterly miserable.

"Your cousin!" Odalys was still a bit lost. Odalys remembered that Freya had mentioned wanting to introduce her to her cousin before. Now, Freya was crying about it.

"She's the daughter of my father's comrade. After her parents passed away, my father took her in as a goddaughter and raised her elsewhere. She doesn't live at the Stewart family house. After my father's accident, I've been sending her money to support her." Percival stepped closer. He stood there, and Freya shrank back, intimidated.

Freya pointed at Percival, and her tears flowed even more. "He's my cousin… I wanted to introduce you to him, to make you his wife. I'm so sorry," Freya lowered her voice, continuing. "When I saw you today, I felt guilty and sorry for you. I didn't know you were his wife. I wanted to introduce you to another man. I'll never have these silly thoughts again. I promise."

Percival shot her a cold look and said in a low voice, "Stop crying." Freya wanted to sob, but she instantly forced herself to stop. She moved closer to Odalys, wrapping her arms around her tightly and whispering, "Odalys, actually, Percival is really a good guy. He knew I always wanted to introduce you to a boyfriend, but he didn't yell at all."

"I feel guilty. I came here to apologize; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight," Freya bit her lip, afraid Odalys would cut ties with her. Odalys remained silent, not expecting this kind of misunderstanding. She almost laughed at how ridiculous it was.

"I didn't take your offer to introduce me to a boyfriend seriously, and I didn't even think about finding a boyfriend. So why are you so worried?" Odalys was almost laughing at Freya's crying. Freya looked up quickly, staring at Odalys with seriousness in her eyes. She realized that Odalys was serious, so she asked, "Then it's settled, we're still friends. You can't be mad, and you can't cut me off."

"Okay," Odalys replied affectionately. Freya immediately turned to Percival and said, "Then you have to promise too. Even though I said I'd introduce Odalys to a boyfriend, the man I was talking about is actually you."

[Chapter continues]