She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Weren't You Aware Of Their Friendship

Freya had just wrapped up her conversation with Kristian and even pressed a swift kiss to Charlie's cheek. Kristian, seething with a silent rage that seemed to boil his very blood, was jolted awake by the disturbance. Irritated, he flicked his eyes to his phone, checking the time. The glowing digits showed it was only five in the morning. Sighing deeply, he massaged his weary temples, his fingers tracing circles of weariness. With a huff, he grabbed his coat and strode over to the room where Liam was dozing. Pushing the door open with more force than necessary, Kristian's shadow fell over Liam. In a single, fluid motion, he nudged Liam off the bed.

This time around, his sleep could be noticeably more peaceful.

Liam hit the floor with a thud, his confusion painting his face in the dim light. What had just happened? And why on earth was he lying on the floor?

These questions barely had time to form in his groggy mind before he dismissed them, too drowsy to care. He simply rolled over and nestled into the plush, warm carpet, finding comfort.

As dawn broke, Farrah's eyes fluttered open first.

With the early signs of pregnancy ebbing into a phase of unpredictable sleep patterns, she found herself waking up with the sun more often than not. After freshening up and slipping into her day clothes, she made her way downstairs.

Settled in the living room, she was busy thumbing through messages on her phone when a cold, displeased voice cut through the morning stillness. "Why are you here?"

Farrah paused, her heart skipping a beat.

She looked up to find Felipe standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with an icy disapproval.

in that instant, her face mirrored a flicker of uncertainty, and she instinctively stood up from the sofa, as if readying herself for confrontation.

“.....” she began, her voice faltering. The sight of Felipe's stern face reminded her of the task he had previously assigned to her

"How could I have been so blind to your tricks? You even managed to slip into a private gathering." Felipe's misunderstanding brewed a storm within him as he stepped closer, his presence chilling "What are you up to? Is it Kristian you're after, or are you getting involved with Trent Seymour and Liam, too?"

Farrah hurried to clarify, shaking her head gently. "Actually, Mr. Seymour instructed me to come and take care

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His anger erupted like a sudden gust, voice hard and cutting. "He just snaps his fingers, and you rush over like a loyal servant? Tell me, did you sleep in his room all night?"

crush the swirling assumptions. "He needed my

ruthlessly, his tone hollow, eyes locked on hers with an intensity that

instinctive reaction making her take a

Felipe noted,

child is mine. You have no right to force me to

laced with scorn. "And when you were betraying me, did you think about that?” His stare was piercing voice dripping with derision. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's

was resolute, his tolerance worn thin,

was losing her composure, her thoughts crashing into one another. "Go

usually warm and engaging when in the company

despise you until my last breath. Her threat hung flimsy and

Felipe's chest, a fleeting sign of inner turmoil, yet his expression was stone-impassive with a veneer

voice a low growl. "That child has no

private hospital ready for an urgent procedure-an

with panic. She could tell Felipe's decisions were

in the sprawling, secluded

nobody

enough at Kristian's hands. Farrah's resolve hardened; she could

Farrah, do we need to do this the hard way, or will you come

stated, her eyes brimming with urgency, her

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intensified as he gently caressed her chilled cheek. "I was overseas on business during that time. How the hell could you possibly be

up in Farrah's eyes, her lips trembling as she

desire. Fame? I can

shook her head defiantly, her resolve

she wish to remain ensnared by his side. All she yearned for was the

voice a dangerous blend of temptation and threat

between them. A

warm from their contact, his eyes darkening, his tone chilling. "Don't make me do something

her ground, refusing to

moment, Trent made his way down

air that hung palpably between them, he didn't probe

instead ventured, "How's

was still sleeping when I got out of bed," Farrah responded with a calm demeanor, though a flicker of