She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 642:

If she hadn’t done such a good job hiding herself all this time, she would’ve suspected Natasha had already figured her out.

“Are you scared Kristian won’t show up and you’ll end up in danger?” Natasha asked, as if they were old friends with years of history.

Freya stayed silent.

Natasha carried on without missing a beat, “Don’t worry. He’ll come. We brought you here today for a reason—we’re sure he cares. Come on. Give me a smile, will you?”

Freya didn’t respond.

“Even if you won’t think of yourself, at least think about the little one you’re carrying. Stress isn’t good for her.”

Freya’s brows furrowed as she turned sharply to her. “How do you know I’m pregnant?”

Despite the confrontation, all she could think was how badly she wanted Natasha to just leave. Pretending all the time was downright exhausting.

“I know everything about you. Just hand me a computer, and I can dig up whatever you want,” Natasha said, full of smug pride. Seeing Freya finally speak, she lit up with renewed energy.

“Is that so?” Freya said evenly, beginning to bait the trap.

“Of course. If you don’t believe me, ask me anything. I guarantee I can find the answer,” Natasha declared, brimming with confidence.

Freya’s expression didn’t change. “How long are you going to live?” she asked.

Natasha blinked, speechless.

“How many hairs are on your head?” Still no answer.

𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥 ⳑ𝕒𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀[ꞏ]𝚌𝗈𝗺

“Where is the edge of the universe?” Natasha couldn’t reply.

“How many cells make up your body?” Freya rattled off, one question after another.

Natasha clammed up completely.

She stared at Freya and blurted, “You know, your weird questions remind me of someone.”

Freya arched a brow, confused.

“My mentor,” Natasha said absentmindedly.

“When she used to teach me, I’d chat her ear off about real-life stuff,” Natasha recalled. “She didn’t like talking either. She’d just throw sarcasm at me and move on.”

Freya didn’t respond, her expression steady and unreadable.

Natasha poked her cheek. “Why are you quiet again?”

“Your mentor did the right thing,” Freya said, calmly praising her.

“What? I really don’t understand people who hate talking,” Natasha muttered, resting her chin on her hand with a pout. “Not talking, no interaction… Don’t you find that painfully boring and—”

Before she could finish, she noticed Freya had already curled up on the blanket and drifted off, ignoring her completely.

Natasha was left with a whirlwind of questions tumbling through her mind. She hadn’t even gotten to finish what she was saying.

She’d originally planned to drag Freya into a heart-to-heart about life, but remembering the baby, she bit her tongue.

That night, Natasha stayed in the basement.

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