Chapter 15 Call Me Kingsley

　　Kingsley's POV 　　Ten thirty o'clock at night. 　　The rain had started pouring at two in the afternoon and showed no signs of ceasing till now. 　　The study window was partially ajar, and the incessant sound of raindrops outside filled the air. 　　The house was tranquil, yet I couldn't focus. 　　Suddenly, memories of Freya flooded my mind—how she used to find excuses to enter the study, be it delivering fruit or milk for a midnight snack, even though I had instructed her not to disturb me while she was working. 　　And each time, she would find a reason to linger, disregarding my warnings and promising that she would keep quiet. 　　I used to find her noisy, but now, in her absence, I couldn't adapt. 　　Just as I was about to pick up my book, the phone beside me rang. 　　I answered the call. 　　"Hello, your wife is intoxicated at our establishment. Could you come and retrieve her?" 　　"You have the wrong number." 　　I replied indifferently and hung up. 　　The other party didn't call back, but a few