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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match her childhood habit of needing something

wasn't about to

difficult to tell me?" Kristian's voice was sharp, laced with

locked with his, unflinching. "There's nothing difficult about it," she replied indifferently. "Charlie is

moment the words left her lips, Kristian's jaw clenched, and his thin lips pressed together even tighter. A bedtime companion? The

voice was laced with 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 share our bed, see how that feels?" Freya recoiled,

Liam emerged, his

accusation 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 it's men you're interested in, perhaps pursuing a boyfriend would

than ever. "If you don't want to be thrown out of Jeucwell, then get your

and quietly closed the door behind him, resisting

unreadable. "So, will you let me sleep with Charlie?" he asked,

warm, a flush spreading across her

thing so calmly, using that devastatingly

if he was talking

the flicker of discomfort on Freya's face. His annoyance morphed into a fierce, almost overwhelming rage. "Can't bear to part with your

whisper. The image of a tall, muscular

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

piqued about who could have

ever discovered who dared to encroach on what he considered his, he would banish them from Jeucwell

was tinged with a blend of jealousy and disbelief. Despite himself, the thought of Freya returning

a scumbag when she had someone she could

could say he'd never shared

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racing through memories. Charlie was a gift she'd bought for herself on her

for their marriage, that

verge of losing it. How long had she been sharing

asked, his voice a menacing growl, echoing through the tense air between

reverie by his sudden closeness,

cold edge of a table pressing against her back, trapping her

surge of irritation that he couldn't

you promise not to dwell on my past? That you'd only care

pressed, his voice thick with unspoken

preferred to sleep alone or with Kristian,