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.

his face.

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

pointless-I'm just not

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mind lingered on thoughts of Trent, Freya had little interest

Kristian

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 him, stirring a blend of irritation and

destination," the driver announced as he swung open the

out into the crisp evening, Kristian was about to remind Freya of their facade to avoid any talk of

Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck

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

up to the imposing facade of the main building By

presence of

room, a

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

together in a slight frown. A nagging sense of foreboding washed over him. This divorce wasn't

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

his hand.

butler responded

was a vibrant display of culinary delights, each dish more inviting

Lionel's subtle cough hinted he had something heavier to say. "You've

start a family?" he inquired, his gaze piercing

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

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

fell into

gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying, "We're in no

glance, suspicion flickering in his

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

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we'll be right by

back," Lionel chimed in,

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

retorted playfully 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 me with my meditation. And you? What memorable things have you done

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