She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 333:

“It’s delicious,” Freya responded with a contented smile, her senses delighting in the rich yet delicate flavor. “It’s well-seasoned and fragrant.”

Ethel beamed, her face lighting up with pure joy.

In that instant, Hugh appeared from the kitchen, holding a bowl of soup, still wearing his apron. His face brightened when he saw Freya and, with eager steps, he made his way toward her, proudly holding the bowl aloft.

“Mina, you’re back,” he said warmly, his smile wide and filled with relief.

“Yes,” Freya replied, her face softening at the sight of him.

Hugh glanced at the table. “Let’s eat.”

“Alright,” Freya responded, settling into her seat.

Ethel joined her, taking her place at the table, but Hugh remained standing. There was a gleam in his eyes, a quiet joy in simply seeing Freya at the table with him.

stillness and

blinked in

that he realized how hot the soup was, its steam rising in a lazy swirl. With a hiss, he hastily

laughter, teasing

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table. Freya, with a gentle smile, took the ladle and served Hugh a bowl of

in his hands. His heart swelled in his chest. His eyes shimmered with emotion, a single tear slipping free,

the soup taste better,” Ethel teased, her words light-hearted and

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tear, his eyes still red but

the soup, savoring the warmth that filled him with comfort. He drank slowly, as though each drop carried with it a moment of

and Freya was finally willing to share

watched her, Freya’s chest tightened, a heavy, unexplained weight settling inside her. It was a strange sensation, one she couldn’t name—an odd pressure that lingered,

first,” Freya said, her voice taking on a subtle shift. “I need to talk

his