She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 74

Wheels, and Wounds 74

Chapter 74 Want To Sit

And Talk

About an hour later, Farrah showed up, her trench coat hugging her frame. Her long brown hair gleamed softly beneath the evening lights.

She was swiftly ushered inside by the vigilant bodyguards stationed at the entrance. The only reason she dared to traverse the winding roads to this secluded villa at such a late hour was a brief, confirming phone call-Trent had indeed been referring to her dear friend Freya.

"Good evening, Seymour." Farrah greeted with a poised smile, her eyes meeting Trent's as he opened the door to welcome her.

Trent, a titan in the legal world, commanded respect and admiration—a fact Farrah was keenly aware of.

"Freya is inside," Trent replied, his voice low and considerate, careful not to use Freya's intimate nickname, Mina, in the presence of others. "She's had a bit too much to drink, I'm afraid. Could you look after her for a while?"

"Of course," Farrah responded without hesitation.

As she stepped through the door after him, her thoughts swirled with curiosity about Freya's well-being and whether Trent might be the one Freya had gone off and married without telling anyone.

Her thoughts crumbled to dust when she saw the man carefully tending to Freya, bringing her steps to an abrupt halt.

Kristian?

"Freya..." Farrah froze in the living room, her thoughts tripping over themselves, trying to make sense of it all. At the sound of Farrah's voice, Freya's head snapped up. Her expression remained unreadable, yet her eyes sparkled with an unusual intensity.

The moment Freya spotted Farrah, she sprang from her seat and dashed across the room, her arms wide open. "Farrah!" she exclaimed, burying herself in Farrah's embrace.

Farrah was utterly dumbstruck.

As she returned Freya's hug, her mind raced to catch up with the evening's surreal turn of events.

The notion that she, of all people, would encounter the enigmatic Kristian and the elusive Trent in one night seemed beyond belief. Who would ever believe a story like that?

"What's happening?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned into Freya.

Freya let out a deep sigh, her breath warm against Farrah's ear. "I can't bear the thought of sharing a bed with

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him, he's just too stiff," she admitted, seeking solace in Farrah's steady presence. "It's you I wanted to be with tonight, not him."

Farrah's response was a stunned silence..

hard, her throat tight. "Who

answered, her tone

across the room to the man in the sleek

the pieces fell

had alluded to earlier, desperate for a divorce to return to his

Mr. Shaw," Farrah managed to say, infusing her greeting with a

gaze piercing. "Take good care of her," he commanded,

with ang, don't hesitate to reach out to

was palpable, it was clear that his primary concern was

small nod

bedroom Freya would use for the night, Farrah guided her upstairs with a gentle hand

this time. Once Farrah had helped her into the shower and ensured she was settled, they both

living room remained seated, each lost

thick in the air like a fog. The standoff continued until

conceded to the night, his footsteps heavy as

come out suggested Freya was already

from a room on the first floor. Dressed

simmering in a stew of his own

Liam

remarked, his voice a tired drawl as he shuffled across

sofa. "It's bad

up."

with barely

it might be more

window.

chuckled a low, irritating sound-and scooted closer on the sofa. "I'm only

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if he couldn't believe Liam had

"How did it really hit you? Finding out Freya's heart still harbors shadows

in one swift gulp. "I felt nothing." he answered aloofly. "You're just putting on a show," Liam countered swiftly, his tone tinged with certainty. "If it truly

was momentarily speechless, his annoyance with Liam

only way forward." Liam

feelings for Freya. His reaction during

stakes, Liam challenged him. "What if her first love returned this very moment, asking her to

snapped, his

his voice as laid- (back as a Sunday morning. "You were ready to leave

same?"

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