She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 8

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.

flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "What do you mean

with disarming

feels pointless-I'm just

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thoughts of Trent, Freya had

Kristian

disliked him now. This harsh truth gnawed at him, stirring a blend of irritation and a profound, aching feeling

driver announced as he swung open

any talk of divorce when she smoothly took his arm, her actions belying her earlier detachment. "Let's go,"

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

their destination, he couldn't help but feel that Freya had been

and up to the imposing facade of the main building By the time they arrived, it was apparent they were the last to enter, the rest of the family had

family dinner, intimate with the presence of only Kristian's parents, his

room, a chorus of heartfelt greetings

arms open and a bright smile, ushered Freya to sit beside her, where they soon fell

the table, Kristian watched the scene unfold, his brow knitting together in a slight

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

his hand.

butler responded

long, the table was a vibrant display of culinary delights, each dish

had something heavier to say. "You've been married a while

start a family?" he inquired, his

his composure, responded with

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

guard, Kristian fell into a

place her fork down gently, met

flickering in his eyes.

Melinda inquired, her eyes brimming with concern. "Just give us a

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hesitate to speak out if something's wrong. We've got your back," Lionel chimed in, his voire warm with affection for Freya.

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

here, she joins me for chess and helps me with my meditation. And you? What memorable

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