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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of needing something to hug at night, was far more innocent

wasn't about to

silence? Is it that difficult to tell me?" Kristian's voice was sharp,

against the cold surface of the table, eyes locked with his, unflinching. "There's nothing difficult about it," she replied indifferently. "Charlie is my

lips pressed together even tighter. A bedtime companion? The very

as he spoke, his words sharp as ice picks. "I never imagined your life was so vibrant before

shadows, Liam emerged, his presence as quiet as a

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 be more appropriate. There's no need to cling to

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

retreated and quietly closed the door behind him, resisting

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

cheeks grew warm, a flush spreading across her

calmly, using that devastatingly handsome

appear as if he was talking to her about

brow furrowed as he caught the flicker of discomfort on Freya's face. His annoyance morphed into a fierce, almost

whisper. The

Did she really believe he

curiosity was piqued about who could have captured her

to encroach on what he considered his, he would banish them from Jeucwell and Alerith, ensuring they never crossed paths with Freya

of jealousy and disbelief. Despite himself, the thought of Freya returning to someone

him a scumbag when she had someone she could

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

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through memories. Charlie was a gift

now twenty-four, subtract two years for their marriage, that left

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

hard to keep track?" he asked, his voice

by his sudden closeness, his face mere inches from

of a table pressing against

a surge of

voice steady despite the tension. "Didn't you promise not to

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

or with Kristian, and she had impulsively exclaimed her preference for sleeping with Charlie, claiming