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.

crossing his face. "What do

don't like you," Freya stated with disarming frankness, her tone light but

feels pointless-I'm just

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mind lingered on thoughts of Trent, Freya had little interest in dragging

Kristian

her true feelings-she genuinely disliked him now. This

the driver announced as he swung

to avoid any talk of divorce when she

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

towards their destination, he couldn't help but feel that Freya had been playing the fool, expertly masking her

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 enter, the rest of the family had already

presence of only Kristian's parents, his grandfather, and the butler aside

stepped into the dining room, a chorus

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

knitting together in a slight frown. A nagging sense of

set the dinner," Lionel Shaw, Kristian's grandfather,

his hand.

the butler responded

of

hinted he had something heavier to say. "You've been married a while now... isn't

he inquired,

with practiced

edge of displeasure directed squarely at Kristian. "I'm asking

Kristian fell into a stunned

to place her fork down gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying, "We're in no

flickering in

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

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right by your

chimed in, his voire warm with affection for Freya. "My granddaughter

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

almost thought she was my daughter and you were my son-in-law. Freya here, she joins me

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