Husâ¦
Freyaâs pretty face twitched slightly. âHeâs not my husbandâ¦â
âOh, then heâs your boyfriend, right?â Upon realizing that she had misspoken, the facilitator covered her mouth, feeling flustered.
Freya was speechless. Did Ryan and her look like they were intimate? âHeâs my brother.â
ââ¦Iâm sorry.â
The facilitatorâs face flushed red. All she knew was that the people who came to take photos today were of important status. Her boss had given them instructions personally, but she was unclear who was coming. âI really couldnât tell because he looks around your age, and heâs patient and experienced with the child too. Iâve been working in this industry for so long. Itâs rare to see dads who are much more patient than us, facilitators. He must be married, right? Your brotherâs wife must be a really happy woman.â
Freya laughed. âHeâs not married yetâ¦â
âReally?â The facilitator felt even more embarrassed. âOkay. Iâve said the wrong thing again.â
âYouâre not completely wrong. Heâs indeed very patient. His future wife and children will surely be very happy.â
Freya looked toward Ryan.
Dani was obviously running out of patience, so Ryan had no choice but to think of more fun tricks.
Even Freya, who was watching from the side, knew that Ryan would most probably be out of energy once the photoshoot ended.
The photoshoot only ended at 3:00 p.m.
After that, Dani was so tired that she fell soundly asleep in Ryanâs arms.
Aunty Loretta wanted to carry Dani over from Ryan, but Dani was too sensitive. It was as if she could feel Ryanâs body warmth and cry at his slightest movement.
âGive it a little while more. Maybe she hasnât fallen into a deep sleep yet. I donât have work today anyway.â
With that, Ryan carried Dani into the car. Freya slowly sat beside him while Aunty Loretta supported her. âLetâs go straight to the Snow familyâs manor. Uncle Nathan gave me a call just now and told us to go over earlier.â
Ryan nodded.
Freya glanced at him. âThank you for today. Iâ â
âYou owe me a meal again.â A gleam of a smile flashed across Ryanâs eyes.
âYes, yes. Iâll treat you to food every day after I recover, â Freya said instinctively.
âWhat if youâre lying to me?â
âThen Iâd be a pig.â Freya quickly swore to it.
Ryan frowned. âWhatâs wrong with pigs? Theyâre so cute. Theyâre so chubby.â
ââ¦Okay. So you like pigs.â Freya did not expect that.
âWhat I mean is that I wonât hate the person I like even if she becomes chubby in the future. Iâd even think that sheâs cute. â Ryan gave Freya a pensive gaze.
âOh.â Freya understood. âYouâre saying that you like chubby girls. Got it. Iâll tell my godmother about it next time so that she can choose a few chubby girls to introduce to you.â
Ryan was speechless for a while, but he chuckled.
He meant that Freya would eventually become chubby with the way she was eating every day, but he would not mind it. He liked her, all of her.
Unfortunatelyâ¦
Forget it. Freyaâs emotional intelligence was too low, so there was nothing else he could do. He had to take it slow.