No More Layovers for a Love That Won't Land novel Chapter 37

However, he didn’t think too deeply about it, assuming Freya had probably returned to her family.

When he entered the bathroom, he suddenly remembered that whenever Freya visited her family in the past, she would always take Isabella along.

Today was unusually different – she hadn’t taken their daughter. Could it be that she hadn’t gone to her family after

all?

Then again, perhaps something had happened at her household.

The words Chad spoke when leaving the company this afternoon flashed through his mind, and Matteo became certain of this possibility. He paused mid–step but decided not to intervene.

The next morning, while having breakfast, Matteo said to Isabella, “The enrollment procedures are complete.

You’ll report to school tomorrow morning.” “I know,” Isabella wrinkled her little nose.

“Dad, can you take me to school tomorrow?” “I might not be free.” “Oh, alright.” Isabella’s eyes darted around before suddenly lighting up. She said cheerfully,

“Then I’ll call Aunt Raven later and ask her to take me to school.”

Before Matteo could respond, his phone rang. It was a call from the family estate. When he answered, it was Matteo’s grandmother’s voice on the other end.

“I heard you’re back in the country?” “Yes.” “Did Bella come back with you?” “She did.” “It’s been so long since I’ve seen Bella, I miss her. Tonight, bring her and Freya over for dinner.” “Understood.”

The elderly lady then asked, “Where’s Mag? Let me talk to her.” “She’s not here.” “How could she not be here at this hour?” “She probably went back to her family.” “Probably? As her husband, you don’t even know where your wife

went?”

Matteo remained silent. “You – “Grandmother sighed and finally fell silent. At this point, Matteo’s tone softened slightly, though he changed the subject, “Have you eaten?” “I’m full of anger!”

Matteo gave a small laugh. He continued eating his breakfast methodically. Grandmother knew that this grandson had always had his own mind since childhood.

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