She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Chapter 74 Want To Sit

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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..

tight. "Who are you talking

Shaw," Freya answered, her tone sharp and

eyes involuntarily darted across the room to the man in the sleek black suit, whose presence seemed to chill the

moment, the pieces fell into

had alluded to earlier, desperate for a divorce to

Shaw," Farrah managed to say, infusing her greeting with a veneer of

"Take good care of her," he commanded, his voice laden with

ang, don't hesitate to reach out to

for Farrah was palpable, it was clear that his primary concern was

small nod

inquiring about which bedroom Freya would use for the night, Farrah guided her upstairs

had helped her into the shower and ensured she was settled, they both retreated to the comforting

men in the living room

a fog. The standoff continued until the clock struck one in the

was then that Trent finally conceded to the night, his footsteps heavy

that Farrah hadn't come out suggested Freya was already

house, Liam made his appearance from a room on the first floor. Dressed in dark pajamas, his hair was tousled and unruly, a clear sign of

simmering in a stew of his own frustrations, felt his temper flare

Liam

out," Liam remarked, his voice a tired drawl as

onto the sofa. "It's bad for your nerves

up."

you know about that?" Kristian's voice crackled with barely contained fury, his

Liam had instigated tonight, Kristian thought it might be more satisfying to hurl him

window.

closer on the sofa. "I'm only looking

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mix of disbelief and irritation. It was as if he couldn't

to a hushed whisper. "How did it really hit you? Finding out Freya's

a practiced nonchalance, poured himself a glass of wine and knocked it back in one swift gulp. "I felt nothing." he answered aloofly. "You're just putting on a show," Liam countered swiftly, his tone

speechless, his annoyance with

is the only way forward." Liam

was to push Kristian to recognize his feelings for Freya. His

if her first love returned this very moment, asking

snapped, his eyes flashing

characteristic nonchalance, his voice as laid- (back as a Sunday morning. "You were ready to leave her for your old flame. Isn't

same?"