She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8 Are You Impotent

With Frederick's messages finally answered, Freya dialed Trent's number, but the call refused to connect.

With the beep of a failed connection still ringing in her ears, she decided on a proactive approach. Tonight, she

was scheduled to visit Kristian's family home, and she wanted no unexpected encounters. She tapped out a

quick text to Trent. "Once you've arrived in Jeucwell, give me a heads-up. We can meet tomorrow."

She felt it was wiser to manage the situation herself rather than let Trent surprise her and potentially catch her

off guard.

Exhaling a weary sigh, she mulled over her predicaments. Turning down her father's requests was one thing,

dealing with Trent was entirely another challenge.

As the clock ticked towards six, she hurriedly changed her outfit and was about to step out when Kristian's

driver called her.

She answered swiftly and then rushed out to the waiting car.

To her surprise, Kristian was already inside, looking slightly worn from the day but still undeniably handsome.

His suit was the same one he had worn since noon, now creased, and his hair fell carelessly over his forehead,

lending him an effortlessly charming, yet somewhat untamed look.

Freya chose silence as the car glided towards the opulent family estate. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts until they neared the grand gates of his family residence.

Breaking the silence, Kristian's voice cut through the tension, contemplative and a bit uneasy. "If my mom asks

why you don't like me, what will you say?"

Freya met their gaze and replied without flinching, "The truth."

"Freya," he called her name, a note of caution in his tone.

"Hmm?"

"If you bring up Ashley, my parents and grandpa will never agree to our divorce."

Kristian's sharply defined features hardened, his eyes shadowed with a frosty glint.

Freya regarded his sudden concern with a mix of amusement and confusion. "Who said I was going to bring

her up?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

hesitated, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "What do you

you," Freya stated with disarming frankness, her tone light but

pointless-I'm just not

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of Trent, Freya had little interest in dragging out a

Kristian

words as mere spur-the-moment anger, her earnest expression conveyed her true feelings-she genuinely disliked him now. This harsh truth gnawed at him, stirring a blend of irritation and a

the driver announced as he swung open the car

facade to avoid any talk of divorce when she smoothly

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

he couldn't help but feel that Freya had been playing the fool, expertly masking her true intentions from him all this

a lush courtyard and up to the imposing facade of the main

of only

room, a

Kristian's mother, with her arms open and a bright smile, ushered Freya

in a slight frown. A nagging sense of foreboding washed

dinner," Lionel Shaw, Kristian's grandfather, commanded with an

his hand.

butler responded

a vibrant display of culinary delights, each dish more

he had something

he inquired, his gaze

his composure, responded with practiced calmness,

I ask you?" Lionel's voice carried a sharp edge of displeasure

guard, Kristian fell into a

gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying,

flickering in his eyes. Could she seriously be doing this

time?" Melinda inquired, her

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right by your side

out if something's wrong. We've got your back," Lionel chimed in,

of confusion,

yet pointedly. "I almost thought she was my daughter and you were my son-in-law. Freya here, she joins me for chess and helps me with my meditation. And you? What memorable things have you done for

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