Chapter 53

Freya peered at Desmond for a couple of seconds, scrutinizing him intensely, wondering how he found her food truck and why he was even in Tennessee in the first instance.

“Aren’t you happy to see me? I came all the way from New York to Nashville just to see you!” Desmond said in a high-pitched voice which portrayed his excitement, accompanied by a slight chuckle.

Freya's brows furrowed in a slight frown, confused by Desmond's unusual friendliness. He acted like they were “best friends”.

Desmond, sensing Freya’s skepticism to talk to him, shook his head and chuckled slightly as if mocking her.

He looked around, scanning the exterior of her food truck intensely, regarding it with a pair of condescending eyes.

Freya, certain of what he was about to say, rolled her eyes heavenward in disgust.

“I'm proud of you”, Desmond said finally, his lips slowly curving into a warm smile which seemed genuine.

Freya paused for a while, observing Desmond closely to see if was still the same rude Desmond