She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 15

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Freya and Kristian's gazes locked, crackling with a palpable tension that seemed to thicken the very air between

them.

Disdain was etched deeply on their features, a silent testament to the rift that had grown between them.

Without a word, Freya turned, her every step radiating a frosty determination as she ascended the stairs.

"Stop!" Kristian's voice rang out, halting yet resonant, as he called after her retreating figure.

Without acknowledging him, Freya pressed on, her steps never faltering.

With determined strides, Kristian intercepted her at the bottom of the staircase, planting himself firmly in her path. He towered over her, his face a mask of the usual detached indifference. "Can we talk?" he asked, his

voice low and steady.

"Fine," Freya conceded curtly, her tone laced with reluctance.

They moved towards the living room, where Kristian casually flicked the remote control aside.

Freya's eyes followed the motion briefly but she said nothing, instead gracefully reaching for her cup to pour herself some water. The liquid cascaded with a gentle tinkle, breaking the silence. After a slow, measured sip, she settled onto the sofa, cup cradled in her hands. "Fine, get to the point. What do you want to talk about?"

Kristian's gaze was unyielding, piercing as he queried, "What's your relationship with Trent Seymour?"

Her response came quick and frank. "Friends."

"And when did this friendship begin?" Kristian pressed on, his tone probing. Unperturbed, Freya responded, "We've known each other since we were kids."

A chill seemed to pass through Kristian's eyes then, turning them frostier as he countered skeptically, "Trent's family background has always had him in elite circles since he was young. How could you have possibly known

him back then?"

Freya remained silent, the weight of her secret identity forming an invisible barrier between her and Kristian.

He studied her closely, his voice laced with a stern warning. "Don't even think about getting too close to him," he warned. "He's not as innocent as he looks."

"I'm merely friends with him," Freya asserted firmly, her voice steady and clear. “I have no intention pursuing anything beyond that. Don't project your assumptions onto me. Showing basic respect is fundamentai in human interactions."

Kristian's expression grew more intense, his eyes narrowing slightly.

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With the conversation taking a turn, Freya seized the opportunity to turn the tables. "Speaking of which, when exactly did you meet Ashley Bradley?" she questioned, her tone equally inquisitive.

a troubled silence,

his earlier words with a hint of irony, Freya went on, "She's not as innocent as she looks. Don't even think

a flash

against the plush cushions of

snapped bitterly, his frustration evident. "It's unfair and wrong to compare

filled with a final warning. "I'll say this one last time-if you want a

snatched her phone from the table and

What a love-struck fool! He was always babbling about Ashley-Ashley this, Ashley that. If he was so damn obsessed with that woman, why the hell did he rush into marrying her? What

in his chest. He stood there, rooted, as a myriad

this space,

gaze lingered on the lush greenery visible through the window, a temporary balm to her frayed nerves. With a deep, steadying breath, she picked up her phone again and dialed with practiced ease. "Hello, is this Spotless Housekeeping? I need a cleaning

address and code for her luxury duplex apartment in

climate of Jeucwell made it an ideal retreat. She'd purchased it

she'd never spent a

the next day, she intended to settle there,

into Kristian.

he found himself unwittingly drawn into the

him-he didn't know a damn thing about her

name.

inquiries, Gerard found himself with little more than what was already listed on Freya's

on edge as he picked up the phone to

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tinged with

immediate and

Gerard admitted, his finger fumbling with the sparse notes before him as

was a pause on the other end of the line as Kristian processed this. "Go on, then

with a hesitant voice, "Freya Briggs, female." His heart raced as

Kristian's reaction.

silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by

demanded.

as he pushed his glasses up his nose for what felt like

stood abruptly, his gaze fixed on

Trent's.

sharp with frustration. "That's all

the entire afternoon on this, and yet, I've

passport offers," Gerard explained,

hesitated before adding, "If I may, why

intensely?"

with impatience as he insisted,

defensiveness, "I already did. This is the

a thorough investigation."

were thorough?" Kristian