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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 by

like you," Freya stated with disarming frankness,

feels pointless-I'm

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her mind lingered on thoughts of Trent, Freya had

Kristian

Kristian's efforts to brush off her words as mere spur-the-moment anger, her earnest expression conveyed her true feelings-she genuinely disliked him now. This harsh truth gnawed at

announced

remind Freya of their facade to avoid any talk of divorce when she smoothly took his arm, her actions belying her earlier detachment.

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

couldn't help but feel that Freya had been playing

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 enter, the rest of the

family dinner, intimate with the presence of only Kristian's parents, his grandfather, and the butler aside from

they stepped into the dining room, a chorus of heartfelt greetings enveloped

a bright smile, ushered Freya

the other end of the table, Kristian watched the scene unfold, his brow knitting together in a slight frown. A nagging

Shaw, Kristian's grandfather, commanded with an

his hand.

the butler responded

vibrant display of culinary delights, each dish more inviting than the

but Lionel's subtle cough hinted he had something

family?" he inquired, his gaze

maintaining his composure, responded with practiced calmness, "There's no rush,

carried a sharp edge

off guard, Kristian fell into a stunned

her fork down gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying, "We're in

shot her a quick side glance, suspicion flickering in his eyes. Could she seriously

inquired, her eyes brimming with concern. "Just give

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by your side to defend

got your back," Lionel chimed in, his voire warm with affection for Freya. "My granddaughter deserves

confusion, "Grandpa, remember I'm

here,

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