She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 78

Chapter 78 A Bizarre Display Of Possessiveness

"It seems Freya is quite capable on her own now, so she no longer requires Farrah's assistance," Felipe remarked, with a laid-back tone, his fingers entwining with Farrah's effortlessly. "We have our own affairs to handle, so we'll take our leave first."

Trent offered them a subtle, knowing smile. "Please, feel free to go ahead."

Felipe acknowledged this with a small nod, his expression carefully neutral, the perfect mask of civility. However, as they were about to exit, Farrah abruptly withdrew her hand, stepping instinctively toward Trent with a determined look in her eyes. "You

go on ahead. I need to have a word with Freya," she stated firmly, her voice tinged with resolve.

She was all too aware of Felipe's underlying motives. If she left now with him, it was clear as day that he would drive her straight to the hospital to go through with the abortion.

"Farrah Welch," Felipe called out sharply, his voice laced with a stern warning.

"I'll head home once I've spoken with Freya," Farrah countered smoothly, her tone unwavering. "You go ahead and handle what you need to."

A shadow passed over Felipe's face, his eyes darkening with frustration.

He seemed to dismiss Trent's presence entirely as he strode back to Farrah, his movements brusque. He seized her wrist, his intent unmistakable, determined to lead her to the hospital.

"I told you, I'm not going with you!" Farrah's voice rose as she struggled against his grip, her defiance clear.

Felipe's grip tightened mercilessly, to the point where Farrah winced, fearing the strength of his hold might actually injure her.

Observing the escalating tension, Trent stepped forward, his actions gentle but firm as he laid his hand on Felipe's wrist. "Miss Welch has expressed a desire to stay a bit longer to talk with Freya. It's a rare chance for them to catch up. Why not let them enjoy this moment?"

"I would normally welcome Freya to our home anytime,” Felipe responded curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "But today, Farrah must leave with me."

The moment the words left his mouth, he attempted to pry Trent's hand from his wrist with a sudden jerk. Yet, despite gathering all his strength, he found Trent's grip was as unyielding as iron.

Confusion clouded Felipe's features. Why was Trent unnaturally strong?

"Why not let them chat a bit longer?" Trent's smile remained courteous, as if he was making an effort to

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protect Felipe's ego.

brewing behind his gaze, yet he reluctantly let go of Farrah's

released his hold

a piercing look, his expression unreadable, then turned his attention to Farrah. "Let me know

won't be necessary," Farrah

strode toward Liam's room, driven

why Trent was

scene that awaited him: Liam and Kristian sitting on the floor, eyes locked in a

Felipe's voice carried a mix of bewilderment and

look at him, their expressions a

and settled himself

to confront Kristian for leaving him

With a raised eyebrow, he asked, "Felipe,

back, "Are you deaf or

wondered silently if the chaos of the day was his fault for

your problem, Kristian?" Felipe challenged, his voice laced with frustration that had been brewing since the previous night. "Did

response was a silent,

could do. Anyone

aware of Kristian's fiery temper. He couldn't help but grumble, "I just don't understand. Why did Liam bring Trent

off, Kristian's eyes narrowed and turned towards Liam, probing for his motives. Liam's intention wasn't to annoy Kristian but to

off his pants as he stood up with a nonchalant shrug "When you were promised perks for

hesitation?"

for something to say. How was he supposed to know Farrah would

arguing with earlier?" Kristian deduced, catching the flicker

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Felipe's eyes.

silence confirmed it, heavy

gave him a fleeting look, his expression revealing barely a

Freya's idea to have her here, so Trent reached out," Kristian

standing there when Trent had dialed her number; their

"I know," he muttered tersely. This caught Kristian off guard, and a flicker of confusion passed between him

already knew the nature of their relationship, what was fueling this

a hint of sternness. "If Farrah asks for a ride when you

frowned, irritation knitting his brows together. "What

was already in a foul mood, haunted by remnants of a disturbing dream from the night before-a premonition of sorts, suggesting that Freya might lead a reckless

no trace of Felipe's usual playful smirk. Instead, his features were composed into a serious expression, yet his voice carried a light tone. "Farrah