Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 120

I dwell on Flynn’s words. Marriage is a serious business.

It sure is.

Sometimes too serious, especially if your wife doesn’t agree with you.

Communicate and compromise.

This should be my new mantra.

Why is this so hard?

“I don’t want you to sabotage your happiness, Christian.”

Flynn is still in my head.

Shit, is that what I’m doing?

Sullenly, I pick up the phone and call my dad to let him know that all the arrangements are in place for additional security. It’s a short conversation, and when I’m done, I gather up Gia Matteo’s designs and head back into the living room.

There’s no sign of Ana, or Mrs. Jones, who has cleaned up the kitchen and dining area. I spread the plans out on the dining table, then, using the remote, I scroll through the list of music. I chance upon Fauré’s Requiem.

This should soothe my soul.

And maybe Ana’s, too.

I press play and wait. The notes from a church organ echo through the living room, and they’re joined by the celestial voice of the choir, their voices rising and falling to the lament.

It’s stunning.

Calming.

Elevating.

Perfect.

and inclines her head, listening to the music. She looks

“Mrs. Grey.”

“What’s this?” she asks.

“Fauré’s Requiem. You look different.”

“Oh. I’ve not heard it before.”

“It’s very calming, relaxing. Have you done something to your hair?”

“Brushed it,” she says, and there’s too much distance between us. Transported by my stunning wife and the music, I

“To this? It’s a requiem,” she squeaks, shocked.

“Yes.” And?

I tug her into my arms and hold her, my nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet but stirring fragrance. She wraps her arms around me and nuzzles my chest, and together we start to sway. Slowly. Side to side.

Ana. This is what I’ve missed. You. In my arms.

“I hate fighting with

“Well,

I chuckle and draw her closer.

“I prefer

“You should. It suits you.”

the top of her head, remembering that she was very taken with the word when she overheard it in Harrods.

London. Happy times.

“A requiem?” There’s a trace of censure in her murmur.

I shrug. “It’s just a lovely piece of music, Ana.” And I get

coughs, and grudgingly I release her. “Miss Matteo

her in.” I clasp Ana’s hand as Gia enters.

“Christian. Ana.” She beams at us, and we each shake her hand.

“Gia,” I respond, politely.

“You both look so well after your honeymoon,” she purrs.

I pull Ana close. “We had a wonderful time, thank you.” I plant a soft kiss on my wife’s temple and she slips her hand into my back pocket, and,

Gia’s smile falters a little. “Have you managed

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