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.

a flicker of suspicion crossing his face.

like you," Freya stated with disarming frankness,

pointless-I'm just

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had little interest in

Kristian

him now. This harsh

our destination," the driver announced as

talk of divorce when she smoothly took his arm, her actions belying

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

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

like a regal tapestry, leading them through a lush courtyard and up to the imposing facade of the

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

they stepped into the dining room, a

bright smile, ushered Freya

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

Kristian's

his hand.

butler

table was a vibrant display of culinary delights,

something heavier to say. "You've been

a family?" he inquired, his gaze piercing

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

edge of displeasure directed

off guard, Kristian fell into a

her fork down gently, met

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

inquired, her

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we'll be right by your side to

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

a touch of confusion, "Grandpa, remember I'm your

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

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