Finding Mr. Perfect のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

~ “You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring Won't you give yourself to me? Give it all, oh” ~“This is nice,” Freya remarked.Kenneth was holding her waist, and Freya rested her chest on his solid chest, all while dancing slowly to the song "Best Part" by H.E.R. and Daniel Caesar.Right after watching the movie, the singer and the guitarist started singing more love songs. Kenneth shockingly asked her to dance with him.Heck. Freya never knew the man could dance! She had never seen him dance. Ever!It was just a simple swaying of their bodies, no fancy footwork, no practiced moves. And yet, it felt incredibly special.What made it romantic wasn’t the dance itself, but how he held her. His arms were wrapped around her with such quiet care, gentle but steady, like he never wanted to let go.The soft, melodic strumming of the guitar filled the rooftop, blending with the warm harmonies of the guitarist and singer performing nearby

Freya: [I’m at your desk. What’s the password to your computer?]Kenneth: [Your birthday, plus two asterisks.]Freya, “...”Inner Devil: ‘You are technically the key to everything in his life.’Freya: [Where can I find information about your employees?]Kenneth: [Company employee access portal. WrightCode Global Intranet.]Freya typed in the website and entered her birthday as his password. And, she logged in.He has the same password!Freya immediately tilted her head. She wondered if all of her husband’s passwords were her birthday.She supposed she would figure it out later. For now, she needed to find out about one Susan… something.Fortunately, there were only three Susans in the company. One was an older woman in her fifties, and the other was a male?Then there she was—Susan Lovelle: pretty, pale skin, black hair.“You’re investigating, Boss,” Geneva crept up behind her.Freya sighed and pointed at the screen. “Susan Lovelle, 30 years old, and studied at Freedonia Institute of

Kenneth had set Freya on his office desk like she weighed nothing, then he planted himself in front of her. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, his eyes roamed her face, lingering on her lips as if searching for clues. His hands braced the edge of the table on either side of her hips, caging her in.“Now,” he said, voice low and tight, “tell me what that was all about, Freya.”“Susan apparently has this big crush on you. Did you know you went to the same college?” Freya asked, and then told Kenneth about her encounter with Susan.“Kirk had mentioned, but I don’t remember her,” Kenneth replied, his face still inches away from hers, his eyes studying how her lips moved. “Were you… jealous?”He sounded serious, and quickly, his eyes flickered back to stare into her gray orbs.“Jealous?” Freya echoed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “I just don’t want others to think you’re available.”“And why is that?” he asked. His voice was getting sexier each time he spoke.He kissed

Saturday morning came with perfect weather, with warm sunlight, a gentle breeze, and not a cloud in sight."Just where exactly are you taking me? And where are we right now? Why does it feel crampy around here? Kenneth?" Freya grumbled, her hands feeling her surroundings.Her eyes were blindfolded. That had been the case since they left the penthouse an hour ago."Don’t touch anything," Kenneth instructed as he buckled her in.Next, Freya heard an engine. She frowned, turning to Kenneth’s side. "Can I remove my blindfold now?""You may," Kenneth said, fiddling with something.When Freya uncovered her eyes, her mouth fell open. They were in a seaplane base, and she was sitting in the cockpit!"Kenneth Lee Wright! Where are we going? And what the fuck? I don’t remember you knowing how to fly a plane!" Freya exclaimed. "Am I even allowed to sit here?"Kenneth, seated beside her, laughed. "Don’t you know?""I heard you took flying lessons, but I didn’t know if you finished your certificat

Sunday, 3 PM at the Cromwell estate.“Wow, this dress is amazing! Where are we going exactly?” Freya asked, clutching one dress that came from Braeton.“My college reunion,” Kenneth revealed. “I didn’t want to go, but my old professor called. He insisted that I attend. I owe him a lot, so I’m taking you with me. I suppose it’s the best time to invite some of my old college classmates to our wedding, and my professor too.”“Oh,” Freya said, looking back at the dress she was holding. “Then, among the dresses your Aunt Kate sent, I think this is the best.”Freya held a metallic bronze gown that appeared reserved on the outside, but it had its secrets. Still, in its conservative state—long sleeves, turtleneck, and floor-length—it sparkled enough to attract anyone who stared.“Hurry, the stylist is going to be here any minute,” Kenneth said, hugging her from behind and kissing her on the cheek. “I want to introduce you to my old classmates, and I want you to look your best—not that you nee