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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.

a flicker of suspicion crossing his

like you," Freya stated with disarming frankness, her tone

pointless-I'm just

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Trent, Freya had little interest in

Kristian

disliked him

the driver announced as he swung open the car

out into the crisp evening, Kristian was about to remind Freya of their facade to avoid any talk of divorce when she smoothly took his arm, her actions belying her

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

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

grounds of the Shaw estate unfurled like a regal tapestry, leading them through a lush courtyard and up to the imposing facade of the main building By the time they arrived, it was apparent they were the last

to be a small family dinner, intimate with the presence of only Kristian's parents, his grandfather, and the butler aside

they stepped into the dining room, a chorus of

bright smile, ushered Freya to sit beside her, where they soon fell into easy, lively

watched the scene unfold, his brow knitting together in a slight frown. A nagging sense

Shaw, Kristian's grandfather, commanded with

his hand.

butler

of culinary delights, each

off light and pleasant, but Lionel's subtle cough hinted he had something heavier to say. "You've been

inquired, his gaze

with practiced

carried a sharp edge of

Kristian fell into

gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying,

in

Kristian giving you a hard time?" Melinda inquired, her eyes brimming

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we'll be right by your side to defend

Lionel chimed in, his voire warm with

Kristian responded with a touch of confusion, "Grandpa, remember I'm your grandson She's merely

playfully yet pointedly. "I almost thought she was my daughter and you were my son-in-law. Freya here,

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