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    Freya shot back dryly, “No.”


    And that was that.


    She had no interest in lingering near Kristian, so she told Ethel, “Let’s go.”


    “Okay!”


    Ethel never argued when it came to her sister.


    Kristian frowned ever so slightly, torn on whether to follow. But then he remembered Norah’s grandfather had entrusted him with apanying her, so he hesitated. Just then, a message pinged in.


    Norah had texted, “I’ve made ns with my friends. You can apany Freya instead.”


    Reading the message, Kristian didn’t waste another second. He turned and headed in the same direction Freya had gone. He didn’t know what exactly drove him—only that if he let her walk away again without doing something, he’d feel hollow inside.


    Over the past few days, he’d been paying visits to Lionel’s old friends, as Lionel had requested. He wasn’t sure what Lionel had told them, but every visit ended with someone trying to set him up with their granddaughter.


    Norah’s grandpa was no exception.


    Ethel happened to nce back and spotted Kristian following them. She leaned toward Freya and whispered, “Freya, your ex is tailing us.”


    “Ignore him.” Freya was as indifferent as always when it came to Kristian. “Where else do you want to go? Let’s go.”


    “Upstairs,” Ethel replied.


    “Alright.”


    Without so much as a nce, the two of them carried on, leaving Kristian behind.


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    When they reached one of the stores, Ethel headed inside to try on some clothes. The sales assistant, noticing Kristian standing outside, hesitated for a moment before nervously asking Freya, “Excuse me, is that man with you?”


    “No,” Freya answered, her voice calm andposed. Her natural beauty,bined with the calm assurance in her demeanor, made the sales assistant believe her without question.


    The assistant lingered for a moment, then, with a hint of concern, warned Freya, “When you leave, be careful. He seems to be following you.”


    “Alright, I appreciate the heads-up,” Freya responded, her tone warm but distant.


    Ethel picked out two pieces of clothing, and Freya helped carry them as they continued their shopping spree.


    For the next few hours, Freya and Ethel kept up their shopping spree, with Ethel taking the lead in picking out items. Whenever she found something that seemed perfect for Freya, she made sure to buy it for her sister as well.


    At four o’clock, Kristian watched them enter yet another store, his brow furrowing. He was genuinely curious about how Ethel, so small and delicate, could shop for hours without tiring.


    It wasn’t exhaustion that bothered him; it was the strange, lingering looks he kept getting.


    Those nces made him feel as though he were some kind of creepy stalker.


    Ten minutester, as Freya and Ethel emerged from a store, Kristian approached them, unable to resist. “How much longer are you nning to keep shopping?” Both women looked at him, confused.


    They couldn’t quite grasp why he would ask such a question, especially since the length of their shopping seemed utterly irrelevant to him.


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