She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 413:

“Not bad,” Freya replied succinctly.

“Not bad, yet you divorced him?” Winslow probed further, his eyebrows arching slightly.

“We just weren’t a good match,” Freya explained, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

The path they walked was lined with softly swaying flowers, mirroring the ebb and flow of their conversation.

As they continued, Winslow nodded understandingly. He knew Freya well enough to understand that she never took marriage lightly. He respected her privacy and didn’t press further about her past. Instead, he shifted the conversation to a more intriguing topic.

“An old friend of mine brought something up the other day,” Winslow said as he walked beside her. “He mentioned he has a grandson who’s the right age to settle down.” His voice carried a hint of amusement. “According to him, the boy’s not only ridiculously good-looking, but also comes from an excellent family and has a bright future ahead of him.”

on. Her gaze shifted slightly as realization dawned—this was about a potential arranged marriage. “He wants you to meet him,”

Freya replied, her tone firm

had never liked the idea of being matched up by someone

chuckle, his affection for her evident in his warm smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve already

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in her expression, his own demeanor growing more somber. “You know, if I were younger, I might have insisted you meet him. But over the years, I’ve come to realize there are some

her mother into an arranged marriage all those years ago. Yet, she hesitated, knowing that dredging up such memories would only reopen old, painful

softly, standing by the edge of a serene pond. His voice carried a weight of age and regret. “I owe your mother an

a beat as she saw the genuine remorse in his

your father, maybe she would still be with us,” he admitted, sorrow clear in his