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.

noticed his stillness and asked, “Isn’t it

Hugh blinked

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

laughter, teasing him.

a crimson hue,

Freya, with a gentle smile, took the ladle and served

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

soup taste better,” Ethel

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝖼0𝗺, 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝗈𝗇

chuckled, wiping away the tear, his eyes

filled him with comfort. He

passed, and Freya was finally willing to share a meal with him

inside her. It was a strange sensation, one she couldn’t name—an odd pressure that lingered,

on a subtle shift. “I need to talk to you

softly, his voice thick