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Chapter 70 Gathering Organized By Liam

Kristian lingered instead of leaving, casually observing as Freya ordered her meal and disappeared upstairs. He then wandered into her kitchen with an easy grace.

Despite her aversion to cooking, the kitchen was immaculate, boasting pristine countertops that rarely saw use, and only a smattering of basic spices lined the shelves.

A blender caught his eye, alongside a modest selection of fruit.

After about half an hour, the doorbell rang with the delivery of Freya's ordered meal.

By then, Kristian had managed to whip up a homemade breakfast, complete with freshly squeezed juice, hearty sandwiches, and perfectly fried eggs arrayed on the counter.

Freya, descending the stairs with a slight furrow of her brow, eyed the spread Kristian had prepared. Mid-bite, she hesitated, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Did you clean up after yourself in the kitchen?"

"No," Kristian responded, the lie slipping out smoothly.

The shift in Freya's demeanor was immediate; her fork paused mid-air, her appetite waning as her irritation sparked. "Kristian!" she exclaimed, her voice sharpening.

Kristian, unbothered, continued savoring his breakfast.

As he did, his gaze inadvertently flicked towards Freya, his mind wandering. Ever since she moved out, how was she getting by when it came to meals? There was barely anything to eat in her apartment; if he hadn't scraped together what little was left, breakfast wouldn't have been possible.

"Do you rely on takeout every single day?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern masked by casual curiosity.

"What's it to you?" Freya snapped back, her defenses rising swiftly.

"My grandpa wanted me to see how you're doing," Kristian replied, his tone softening.

Freya remained silent, her disbelief evident in the stillness that enveloped her. The flimsy excuse he offered didn't convince her in the slightest.

Swiftly finishing her breakfast, she stood to clear the table, her movements brisk and efficient. While stacking the dishes, she threw a glance over her shoulder. "Make sure you tidy up the kitchen later. I expect it to be as

clean as it was before."

"Do me a favor," Kristian called out, his own meal concluded.

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He seemed unusually earnest, which only added to Freya's growing suspicion. She paused, a skeptical frown creasing her brow as she turned to face him. This request didn't sound like something he would normally say.

With a practiced efficiency that belied his earlier casual demeanor, Kristian began to tidy up, setting the stage for a more serious conversation. "I need a record of all stomach cancer ses reported across the nation," he said, his voice taking on an unexpectedly serious tone.

Freya's confusion deepened. A wry smile touched her lips as she wondered silently about the source of his confidence. Did she look like she'd ever go out of her way to help him?

records directly?" she retorted, her voice laced with incredulity. She caught on to his

denial. "Alright, that's actually what I'm

you," Freya replied flatly, her

my grandpa who asked me to look into it," Kristian added quickly, playing his last card as he mentioned

etched into every feature. What the hell was he scheming

her medical records from both here and abroad," Kristian explained, his voice tinged with urgency. "You could retrieve them faster

don't you just ask Ashley

closed the distance between them, his presence looming over her. "Can't you just get them for me?" he implored, looking down

own kind of grudge against anything to

momentarily at a

the car keys from the table and flung them towards him. "There's the door. Make sure it doesn't smack you

of understanding crossing his features as

yesterday. Please,

her mind. "What if it wasn't Liam who brought me home last night, but Trent?" she asked abruptly, her curiosity piqued. "Would you still take her side

concluded her words, a shadow seemed to fall

second.

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an open book. She pressed, her voice

mention of that name sparked a flare of

a casual scene. "Just friends

fingers curled tighter around the car keys,

the heaviness of unanswered questions

insinuated

Trent, the mere thought of their easy rapport and unspoken camaraderie sent waves of jealousy crashing through

indifferent calm. Turning away, she ascended the stairs, her mind refocusing on her pending tasks. Later that afternoon, after diligently working through the stack of projects

a bit?" Liam's voice, ever relaxed and inviting, floated through the speaker. "I've organized a small gathering with a few friends.

a quick, dismissive tone. "No, thanks. I've got many things to handle

laden with implication. Freya hesitated, biting her

urgency edging his voice, "Look, just get ready, okay? I'll swing by to pick you up in a bit. No more excuses," he declared, cutting off any potential protest as he ended the call abruptly. Around him, the villa's occupants watched the scene unfold with a blend of amusement and intrigue. One of them couldn't help but tease, "Aren't you scared Kristian will have your

that." His enthusiasm for shaking things up was palpable. After snatching up his car keys, he threw a quick goodbye

was a calculated maneuver specifically designed for Kristian-to push

Freya's marriage might crumble into divorce, a scenario Liam desperately wanted to

place, Liam made

and Trent.

close to Trent, but that minor detail wasn't enough to

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to draw Freya out.

up to the villa,

visible. So, I thought here would be perfect,” he explained, gesturing to the largely vacant villa. "It's