Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 61: Who sent this?

"Where are we going?" Tessy asked, glancing curiously at Freya as the car pulled away from the hospital parking lot. The afternoon sun cast a soft golden hue through the tinted windows, bathing their tired faces in a warm glow. She and Freya had just wrapped up a long, demanding shift, and their rumbling stomachs reminded them it was time for a well-deserved lunch.

Instead of telling her before they left, Freya leaned forward, a playful glint in her eyes, and whispered the destination into Daniel’s ear. Daniel gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment and smoothly merged into traffic, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Somewhere fancy," Freya responded. "Somewhere befitting your current status." She winked.

Tessy rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I wonder who appointed you to be my information minister," she teased, recalling with a hint of amusement how Freya had practically broadcasted the news to anyone who cared to listen that she was no longer Mrs. Smith but now Mrs. Gavriel.

"I appointed myself, girl," Freya answered with her full chest, her tone filled with unreserved pride. "Since Francis had the guts to spread lies about you, I have taken it upon myself to tell the world that you are not only bigger now, you are a thousand times better than when you were with him. You are married to the owner of Xylonica Groups, baby. That is a big flex."

"You’re no longer worried about their reputation?" Tessy asked, looking earnestly at her.

"I am still a little worried. I mean, everyone knows they are not people to mess with," Freya said in a thoughtful tone, her brow furrowing in concern as she gazed at Tessy. Her expression was one of uncertainty, as if weighing the risks in her mind. But then, her features shifted, her eyes hardening with resolve. "But that doesn’t stop me in any way from rubbing the fact that you are now the wife of a multi-billionaire in the faces of all those who feel they can bully you," she declared, her voice laced with determination. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto Tessy’s. "You know I’ve got your back, no matter what."

Tessy let out a hearty laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know that," she confessed with a smile. "And I also know I have to pee like right now. How long before we get there?" She shifted her attention to Daniel, her posture slightly tense as she crossed her legs.

Daniel glanced at her through the rearview mirror and gave a reassuring nod. "Two minutes or less, madam," he responded with a calm, professional tone, clearly aware of her urgency.

Tessy relaxed back against her seat.

They soon arrived at a five-star restaurant, and Tessy shot Freya an are you kidding me? look.

"This place is expensive, Freya," Tessy pointed out.

"Not too expensive for the wife of the richest man in Apex Dominica," Freya responded with a teasing grin, grabbing onto Tessy’s hand and leading her inside the restaurant. Tessy laughed softly at Freya’s remark, feeling a sense of warmth from her friend’s playful confidence.

While Freya quickly scanned the dining area and picked out a suitable table near the window, Tessy excused herself. "I’ll be right back," she said with a wink before making her way toward the restroom, eager to take care of her pressing need.

"Should I order for you?" Freya asked, and Tessy answered with a strong, "Yeah," before disappearing from her line of sight.

There were a few people seated in the restaurant, some quietly discussing business in hushed tones while others leisurely enjoyed their meals. The soft clinking of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation created a calm ambiance.

Daniel, however, stood in a corner near the entrance, his posture stiff and vigilant. His eyes never strayed from the direction Tessy had gone. Though he had declined to join them at the table, his silent presence was a reminder of the protection he offered, even in the most casual of settings.

A waiter approached Freya, and she ordered food for herself and Tessy. As soon as the waiter left, a different waitress approached with a small tray, and Freya wore a small, surprised smile.

She wasn’t even sure the one who took her order had gotten to the kitchen. What were they bringing to their table? Was it perhaps an appetizer? She wondered.

When the waitress arrived, she flashed a small, lovely smile and gave a short bow.

"A message for you, ma’am," the waitress announced in a soft voice, and Freya’s brows shot up.

She collected the piece of paper from the lady, turning it around to see a handwritten message which read:

Order anything you want. I’ll settle the bill.

"Excuse me!" Freya called the waitress back as she had already begun walking away from the table. "Who sent this?" she asked when the lady arrived beside her.

"A customer, ma’am, but he doesn’t want his identity revealed," the waitress responded, then proceeded to walk away once more.

Freya frowned and quickly darted her eyes around to catch sight of the person who could have sent the message. But she got nothing at all.

Tessy returned to the table just then and wondered what brought so much confusion to Freya’s face.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, and Freya, instead of answering the question, extended the paper to her. When Tessy read the contents of the paper, confusion also registered on her face.

"Who sent this?" she asked.

"Somebody in this restaurant who doesn’t want his identity to be revealed."

Tessy put on a goofy smile as she did a little looking around of her own to try to spot whoever this anonymous, generous giver was. "I think someone is crushing on you," she said, letting out a soft giggle.

"I don’t want no anonymous person crushing on me. He should show himself," Freya said with mock annoyance.

Their food arrived, but before they started eating, the waitress from earlier walked back to their table with another message.