No More Layovers for a Love That Won’t Land

Chapter 55

When they got in the car, Isabella wasted no time. She immediately sat in the back seat and texted Raven. Freya saw the message but remained silent.

After a while, Raven replied, saying she only had a cold and it wasn't a big deal. However, Raven's voice still sounded hoarse, and Isabella remained worried. She immediately texted back, telling Raven she would visit after school. As soon as she sent the message, Isabella felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t eaten Freya’s cooking in a long time and had planned to have dinner with Freya that night. Fortunately, she hadn't mentioned it yet. Thinking this, she glanced at Freya, relieved to see her mother hadn't noticed her concern.

When they arrived at school, Isabella gave Freya a warm hug. "Mom, I'm going inside now." "Mm," Freya replied. Isabella, oblivious to Freya's indifference, skipped happily into school.

Shortly after, Freya received a message saying Matteo had an urgent matter to attend to, and their 10 AM meeting was postponed to the afternoon. The "urgent matter" was, in fact, him personally attending to Raven's illness. Freya didn't react, focusing instead on her work.

Around 2 PM, Matteo must have returned to the office because Jake contacted everyone, saying the meeting would now take place at 3 PM. He also asked Freya to prepare a cup of coffee for Matteo. During the meeting, when Matteo entered the conference room, Freya paused mid-sentence. He was wearing a different outfit from earlier that morning. He had gone to see Raven. Raven was sick, and while they might not have done anything, it was also possible that Matteo, out of concern, had gone to bed with her to comfort her and help her fall asleep.

This thought caused Freya a moment of disorientation. She wondered if she was behaving foolishly. Snapping out of it, she realized Matteo was looking at her coldly. Thinking about his tenderness and care toward Raven, and his impatience and indifference toward her, Freya clenched her fist and averted her gaze.

Soon after the meeting, Jake found her and said her handover work was almost complete, and she wouldn't need to come to the office tomorrow. Freya simply replied, "I understand." Even if Jake hadn't mentioned it, she would have brought it up herself once she finished her work. Since he had come in person, she didn't need to make a special trip.

Jake hadn't expected such a straightforward response. "You…" he began.

Freya extended her hand. "Thank you for all your care these years."

Jake, still in shock, extended his hand to shake hers. "You're too polite."

After tidying her things, Freya left. Jake couldn't believe she had just walked out like that.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Chad slapped him on the shoulder.

"Freya has left the company."

Chad was stunned. "Really?" He couldn't believe it. She really left?

He scoffed. "She's left now, but that doesn't mean she won't find a way to come back. Just wait; it probably won't be long before she returns with the help of Old Madam Wilson."

Jake didn't say anything. Though it seemed unbelievable, based on Freya's recent actions, he felt she was serious.

After leaving Wilson Group, Freya went straight home. Perhaps her mind was still on Raven, because for the next two days, she didn't receive any calls from Isabella.

The following night, Jessica had a fever. Freya hurriedly closed her book, grabbed her car keys, and rushed out. It had rained all day, and the rain hadn't stopped. Jessica lived in the old city area. By now, there were hardly any people or cars on the road. She bought some medicine from a pharmacy near Jessica's neighborhood. As she closed her umbrella and got back into the car, the passenger door suddenly opened, and a tall figure sat down. Freya's heart jolted. She turned her head, and the black muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at her.

"Don't move."

The man was dressed in all black, wearing a mask and a low-brimmed hat, making it impossible to see his face. His eyes, however, were cold and sharp as he stared at her. Freya slowly raised her hands.

The man took her bag and phone. "I won't do anything to you. After you take me to my destination, you can leave." Before Freya could react, he coldly ordered, "Drive."