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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to match her childhood habit of needing something to hug at night, was far more innocent than what Kristian

wasn't about to

to tell me?" Kristian's voice was sharp, laced with an anger he hadn't felt in

her back against the cold surface of the table, eyes locked with his, unflinching. "There's nothing difficult about it," she

Kristian's jaw clenched, and his thin lips pressed together even tighter. A bedtime companion? The very thought sparked a fury within

your life was so vibrant before you met me. Perhaps I should invite your companion to share our bed, see how that feels?" Freya

shadows, Liam emerged, his presence as

such strange preferences?" Liam sensed the tension escalating and intervened with a light cough. "If

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

hint, his mouth snapping shut as he retreated and quietly closed the door behind

Freya, his expression unreadable. "So, will you let me sleep with Charlie?"

warm, a flush spreading

he propose such a thing so calmly, using that

appear as if he was talking

into a fierce, almost overwhelming rage.

right for you," Freya replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The image of a tall,

seething with fury, felt a sharp pang in his heart. Did

was piqued about who could have captured her attention so

he would banish them from Jeucwell and Alerith, ensuring they never crossed paths with

tinged with a blend of jealousy and disbelief. Despite himself, the thought of Freya returning to someone else's embrace after their impending divorce pressed down on him

wanted to demand what right she had to call him a scumbag when she had

least he could say he'd never shared a bed with anyone

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was a gift she'd bought for herself on her

was now twenty-four, subtract two years for their marriage,

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

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

by his

table pressing against her

a surge of irritation

her voice steady despite the tension. "Didn't you promise not to dwell on my past?

Kristian pressed, his voice

asked her if she preferred to sleep alone or with Kristian,