Chapter 342

The two-story villa offered ample rooms, and Fiona's suggestion struck a chord with Anya.

She readily agreed and set about packing her belongings.

Frederick watched them with a slight shake of his head.

Living together wasn't a priority for him at this point. His focus was to be her lifelong protector, and there was no need to rush things.

As he observed the two women bustling around, he sensed a touch of fatigue evident in their movements.

Frederick offered, "Sweetheart, why don't I lend a hand with moving those?"

Fiona, ever vigilant, immediately stepped in front of the doorway.

Her gaze was wary as she replied, "We appreciate the offer, but it's alright. We can manage. Let's be honest, some men can be a little... opportunistic, especially around a woman's personal belongings. You wouldn't happen to have any designs on Anya's clothes or socks, would you?"

Frederick's eyes widened at the blunt accusation. He hadn't anticipated such a young woman to be so versed in the unsavo