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    Whether Cheryl was doing it intentionally, or Hugh was the one picking out clothes and essories to match her mom’s style—Freya couldn’t say for sure.


    Either way, it made her feel sick.


    Ethel was still lost in her thoughts when her eyesnded on two familiar figures ahead, and she came to a sudden stop.


    Wasn’t that Freya’s ex? Why on earth was he out shopping with another woman?


    “Freya, let’s head over there,” Ethel said quickly, tugging on Freya’s arm. She didn’t want Kristian getting the chance to speak to her sister again.


    “There’s nothing interesting here.”


    Freya watched her sister scurry ahead, confused for a moment. Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on, a clear, slightly surprised voice rang out, calling her name. “Freya?”


    Ethel let out a quiet curse under her breath.


    Freya blinked in confusion.


    Both of them halted in ce.


    Freya turned toward the sound and spotted Kristian first, dressed in a sharp suit and carrying his usual cold, distant air. Then her eyesnded on the elegant young woman beside him—Norah.


    If it hadn’t been for Norah’s call that time, Freya wouldn’t have known Felipe had taken Farrah to the hospital.


    Ethel, watching the scene unfold, leaned in to whisper to her sister,


    “Freya, do you know her?”


    “Yeah, we’ve met,” Freya said tly, her tone void of warmth.


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    “I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Norah walked up to them. “How’s Farrah doing these days?”


    Freya gave a small nod. “She’s doing well.”


    “d to hear it.”


    They exchanged a few polite words.


    Ethel, who wasn’t exactly great at hiding her thoughts, kept ncing between Kristian and Norah, genuinely intrigued about how those two had ended up together.


    She knew Norah was Damon’s younger sister—the president of the Russell Group.


    But had Kristian really moved on already?


    “Don’t get the wrong idea. My grandpa asked Kristian to go shopping with me,” Norah exined with a gentle air, keeping things rxed. Then she turned to Kristian and added, “I’ll continue shopping with Freya. You don’t have to stay with me.”


    “It’s fine,” Kristian replied, his gaze fixed on Freya from the moment he saw her. His voice was calm. “I’ve got time.”


    Norah felt a flicker of awkwardness but she understood—Kristian’s heart still belonged to Freya.


    As she mulled it over, her eyes drifted toward Kristian, and she said, “Would you mind waiting here a minute? I need to use the restroom.”


    Kristian answered simply, “Alright.”


    And with that, Norah disappeared down the corridor.


    “Out shopping with your sister?” Kristian asked casually.


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