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.

a storm brewing behind his gaze, yet he

his hold

expression unreadable, then turned his attention to Farrah. "Let me know when you're finished talking

be necessary," Farrah replied, her voice

and strode toward Liam's room,

why Trent was

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

are you two doing?" Felipe's voice carried a mix of bewilderment

him, their expressions a

an explanation, Felipe shrugged nonchalantly and settled

to confront Kristian for leaving him sprawled on the cold

a raised eyebrow, he asked, "Felipe, were you just having a

seething, snapped back, "Are

if the chaos of the day was

you blind?" "What's your problem, Kristian?" Felipe challenged, his voice laced with frustration that had been brewing

silent, icy stare that spoke

only he could do. Anyone else risked

won't argue with you," Felipe conceded, his voice a mix of resignation and irritation, aware of Kristian's fiery temper. He couldn't help but grumble, "I just don't understand. Why did Liam bring Trent Seymour to our

Liam, probing for his motives. Liam's intention wasn't to annoy Kristian but to make him feel

Liam retorted, brushing off his pants as he stood up with a nonchalant shrug "When you were promised perks for joining the

hesitation?"

say. How was he supposed to know Farrah would be

with earlier?" Kristian deduced, catching the flicker of recognition

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Felipe's eyes.

silence confirmed it,

his expression revealing barely

to have her here, so Trent reached out," Kristian explained, fully aware of the

dialed her number; their initial exchange was

muttered tersely. This caught

nature of their relationship, what was fueling

sternness. "If Farrah asks for a ride when you leave, make sure you turn her down. And tell Zander the same. Trent shouldn't

irritation knitting his brows

dream from the night before-a premonition of sorts, suggesting

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