Chapter 40 Livia's Death

Freya's POV

After that night, it seemed like a wonderful change was occurring between Kingsley and me. 

Kingsley and I settled into a routine. If he was at home instead of traveling, I'd play the piano, sing lullabies, or perform other soothing songs, and we'd spend almost every night together, like teenagers falling in love all over again.

When that occurred, we would have breakfast together, and then he'd head off to work or a business trip while I continued with my day. 

It didn't matter how late he came in or how hectic his day was; he always brought me some kind of gift. 

It amazes me how considerate he can be. Books, jewelry, chocolates, and once even a teddy bear - all of these gifts adorned my bookshelf. However, usually, he would bring me a bouquet of flowers.

I was on the set, in the middle of a shoot, when I received an unexpected call from the hospital. I quickly picked up the phone.

"Freya, you need to come to the hospit