She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 75

Chapter 75 It's Just A Kiss

Freya hesitated, her expression unreadable. After a tense moment, she answered with her familiar detached calm, "There's nothing to talk about."

Kristian disagreed, a playful yet determined glint in his eye as he offered her a glass of water, effectively blocking her way. "Oh, I think there's a lot to talk about," he insisted, his voice tinged with curiosity. "For starters, who was your first love?" Freya's response was a measured silence, her lips pressed tightly together. Undeterred, Kristian pressed further. "Did you actually have feelings for him, or was it just a fleeting thing?"

"Do you really care?" Freya's retort was sharp, a challenge thrown.

Having spent so much time with Kristian, she knew how to get under his skin and make him speechless.

This time, his comeback was swift, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm genuinely interested in the person who's haunted your thoughts all these years."

"I see," Freya replied, her tone flat but her mind racing.

Kristian's brow furrowed in confusion. That was it?

Ignoring his perplexity, Freya leaned back against the table, the soft light catching her eyes and accentuating her striking features. She delivered her next words slowly, each syllable dripping with irony. "He was someone a lot like you."

Kristian's expression flickered from confusion to shock.

She continued, a slight smirk playing on her lips, "A complete scumbag.” The color drained from Kristian's face as he realized the depth of her insult. His annoyance was palpable, his jaw setting in frustration.

Freya's voice was light, almost teasing. "If you're really that curious about him, take a good look in the mirror," she suggested with a faint smirk. "You and he could be twins, at least when it comes to breaking hearts."

Kristian's gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as the air around them seemed to chill.

Just when Freya thought he might erupt in anger, he managed to keep his composure, though barely, and asked with a strained voice, "And who exactly is Charlie?"

There was a moment's hesitation on Freya's part.

Charlie, her beloved custom-made stuffed toy, designed to match her childhood habit of needing something to hug at night, was far more innocent than what Kristian might imagine.

Yet, she wasn't about to divulge that.

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beloved custom-made stuffed toy, designed to match her childhood habit of needing something to hug at night, was far more innocent than what Kristian

wasn't about to divulge

the silence? Is it that difficult to tell me?" Kristian's voice was sharp, laced with an anger he hadn't felt in

with his, unflinching. "There's nothing difficult about it," she

thin lips pressed together even tighter. A bedtime companion? The very thought sparked a fury within him that was

barely contained fury as he spoke, his words sharp as ice picks. "I never imagined your life was so vibrant before you met me. Perhaps I should invite your companion to

his presence as

hung heavy in the air, making Kristian squirm under Freya's penetrating gaze. "Kristian... when did you start having such strange preferences?" Liam sensed the tension escalating and intervened with a light cough. "If

surged, his demeanor frostier than ever. "If you don't want to

snapping shut as he retreated and quietly closed the

turned back to Freya, his expression unreadable. "So, will you let

cheeks grew warm, a flush spreading

propose such a thing so calmly, using that devastatingly handsome face that

as if he was

face. His annoyance morphed into a fierce, almost

a whisper. The image of a

heart. Did she really believe he wanted to sleep with Charlie at

piqued about who

he would banish

Despite himself, the thought of Freya returning to someone else's embrace after their impending divorce pressed down on

to call him a scumbag when she had someone she could crawl into bed

never shared a bed

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was a gift she'd bought for

now twenty-four, subtract two years for their

of losing it. How long had she been sharing her bed with Charlie that

hard to keep track?" he asked, his voice a menacing growl, echoing through the tense air

was abruptly snapped out of her reverie by his sudden closeness, his face mere inches from

instinctively recoiled, only to feel the cold edge of a table pressing against her back, trapping her with nowhere else to

surge of irritation that he couldn't quite

Freya met his gaze squarely, her voice steady despite the tension. "Didn't you promise not to dwell on

truly loyal?" Kristian pressed, his voice thick with unspoken

with Kristian, and she had impulsively