Chapter 6: Intersection

Nearly two hours later, Freya clapped her hands in satisfaction and downed the coffee on her desk in one go. The web novels in this world were a bit behind compared to her original world, meaning she could rewrite all the stories she had written before but in an even better way. This was absolutely delightful.

She had carefully studied two websites and decided to publish on both. As long as her submissions were accepted, she would update diligently and consistently, then she wouldn't have to worry about making a living.

Just as she was about to create a new file, she suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening. Freya hesitated for a moment before jumping out of bed and shuffling out in her slippers. She had no choice. This morning, she realized the front door hadn't been locked last night. Louis was probably too used to living in a villa, where security was taken care of for him, and had forgotten that doors in this kind of place needed to be locked manually.

Louis paused in the middle of hanging up his coat when he saw her come out.

Freya greeted him while hurrying to lock the door. "You're back. I only noticed this morning that the door wasn't locked last night. In a villa, there's security, but here, if you don't lock the door at night, a thief could pry it open in no time."

"Oh, got it."

The two of them were basically strangers. Freya tried to make conversation. "Have you eaten?"

"I have."

"I bought some more household essentials today. If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll pick it up next time."

"No, I'm good for now."

That was the end of the conversation.

What more is there to say?

Freya thought for three seconds before decisively retreating. "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

Only after Freya closed the door did Louis take a proper look around. He even strolled through the kitchen and bathroom. The apartment had noticeably more items today, making it feel much more lived-in. There was even a small potted plant on the windowsill. The dining table now had tissues, a tea set, and a vase of flowers. Even the toothpick holder was a cartoon character. Everything was so lively and full of personality.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile, unreadable in its meaning. Glancing toward Freya's room, he found it amusing. This woman actually planned to settle in here, as if she had become a completely different person.

Freya had no idea what he was thinking. She was too busy organizing her laptop. Back in high school, the original owner of this body had worked hard and gotten into a top university, but once there, she had mostly coasted through. Her computer skills were awful, and this laptop was unbearably slow. She needed to clean up the system and see what kind of things the original owner had left behind.

As she browsed through the files, she came across a folder labeled "Photos." Inside, there were multiple subfolders. Most contained the original owner's selfies, some had pictures of her parents, others had snapshots from college events, assignments, and saved images. The last folder's name was just a string of random characters.

Freya clicked on it, and it was full of photos of the original owner with some guy. The man looked like the typical high-flying professional, handsome, but with a face Freya instantly disliked. He had the look of a cunning scumbag, especially when he smiled. It gave off an unsettling, insincere vibe.

Seeing how close the two of them were in the photos, Freya felt her soul tremble. She quickly checked the dates. Thankfully, they were all from before the marriage. That had scared the life out of her.

Keeping a few less intimate pictures, she immediately deleted the rest. It all came back to her now. This guy was the original owner's college boyfriend, a rich second-generation heir. But they had broken up ages ago. There was no reason to keep these anymore.

Good thing Louis wasn't the type to be petty. If he had found these, it would have been a ticking time bomb.