No More Layovers for a Love That Won't Land novel Chapter 121

Even if she and Matteo hadn’t officially divorced, or even if they had, given the friendship between the two old ladies, she would still have to invite the Wilson family.

As for whether the Wilson family would come or not, that was their business.

Tonight, Freya had originally planned to return to her own place, but upon thinking about it, she turned the steering wheel around and headed back to Matteo’s villa.

When she arrived, she realized that neither Matteo nor Isabella had returned. Old Lady Wilson had left for the old residence a couple of days ago due to some matters.

Freya dropped her bag and went into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, just as she finished her shower and stepped out, she heard the sound of a car in the driveway. It seemed that Matteo and Isabella had returned.

Freya, without any emotion, thought about it as she sat down and began drying her hair.

When Isabella realized that Freya was home, she immediately ran upstairs and threw herself into her arms. “Mom,

we’re back!”

She smelled of the perfume Raven wore.

Freya remained calm, turning off the blow dryer and gently patting Isabella’s little face. “Have you taken a shower yet?”

Isabella shook her head. “Not yet.”

“It’s already past ten. Go back to your room and take a shower. You have school tomorrow.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Matteo entered the room. Their eyes met for a moment.

Freya gave him a brief glance, then coldly looked away. At that moment, Isabella tugged at her, saying, “Mom, can you help me take a shower?”

Freya responded, “Okay, let me dry my hair first.”

“Okay!”

Isabella happily ran back to her room to get her pajamas.

Matteo watched her leave and sat down on the other side, asking, “When did you get back?”

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Chapter 121

“Not long ago.” Freya said without looking at him, continuing to dry her hair.

Matteo didn’t ask further. He stood up and went to the closet, preparing to shower.

Freya suddenly remembered something important. She turned off the blow dryer and, before he entered the bathroom, took one of the invitations out of her bag and handed it to him.

“Grandma’s birthday is coming up. This is the invitation for the Wilson family,”

When she got closer to him, she realized that his clothes still carried the distinct scent of Raven’s perfume.

Freya lightly pinched her nose but quickly let go and took a small step back, distancing herself from him.

Matteo didn’t seem to notice her actions. He casually opened the invitation and glanced at it. “Seventy years old?”