She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 120

Chapter 120 You Don't Measure Up To Her...

Trent hesitated, visibly taken aback by Freya's words.

After pondering for a moment, he replied, "Cutting ties with him completely is out of the question. Not only are there ongoing partnerships between Briggs Group and Shaw Group, but if Kristian learns you revealed your real identity to his grandpa but kept him in the dark, he might pursue you even more aggressively."

"He wouldn't behave like that," Freya countered, her fingers swiftly removing Kristian's contact. "There was never any real affection between us."

For him, their relationship had merely been a matter of compatibility.

A knowing smile played on Trent's lips, his tone hinting at something more. "That might not be entirely accurate."

Freya looked at him, confusion etching her features. What was he implying?

Trent chose not to answer, instead focusing on driving them swiftly towards the airport.

On their journey, Freya cast a glance over her shoulder at the back seat, her anxiety easing at the sight of her laptop and essential documents safely with Trent.

Elsewhere, when Kristian arrived at the family estate to meet Lionel, the butler told him that Lionel had left with friends and wouldn't return for several days.

Kristian was aware that his grandfather was unhappy with him for ending his marriage to Freya, but he remained unfazed. He was convinced that it was only a matter of time before he uncovered the truth about Freya, so he decided it was best to depart.

That evening, he made his way back to his villa.

Though solitude was his usual companion here, tonight the sprawling villa felt unusually desolate, devoid of the faintest echo of warmth.

He knit his brows together, wrestling with a persistent irritation that clung to him like a stubborn shadow.

Lost in his thoughts, he meandered through the rooms and, without realizing it, found himself in the room Freya had once occupied. Her personal effects were no longer there; only the random assortments purchased during her impulsive shopping sprees remained.

Surveying each piece, As he looked at each item, he could picture her expression while choosing them and the way she looked at him.

He was ensnared in these memories for a full two hours, until the sharp ring of Gerard's call pierced through

his reverie.

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Chapter 120 You Don't Measure Up To Her Standards

Startled by his own sentimentality, he abruptly vacated the room, his face a mask of unease tinged with frustration, his ego refusing to be compromised.

What on earth was he doing? A divorce was just that—a divorce, no reason to treat it like the end of the world. She possessed no virtues, her only talent being her uncanny ability to provoke his ire.

frustration, he finally answered

light, as if mocking the

on the second-floor corridor, enveloped by a profound isolation that seemed to detach him entirely from the

Shaw?" Gerard called out once more, his voice echoing slightly, a

quiet on the other end of the

on the sofa downstairs, lost in

engrossed in her

sliced through his reverie once again, Kristian's reply came through cold and detached. "Yes,

steeled himself-mindful of the generous paycheck that necessitated such patience and said,

the assault on Ms.

off before he could elaborate further, his voice icy. "Let's

exactly?" Gerard inquired, a note

home." Kristian's crisp directive

"Now?"

Kristian said firmly, making it clear he wouldn't entertain

better than

freedom, the promise of big paychecks and generous bonuses held him back. Merely thirty minutes

dismissively and said with a detached air, "Head down to the wine cellar and bring up a selection of bottles."

the cellar to retrieve the wine. What followed was

they cracked open the third bottle, Gerard was visibly struggling, the room

limited tolerance, watched as Gerard teetered on the edge

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Kristian

trailed off as he collapsed onto the

divorce?" Kristian's voice grew heavy, his eyes shadowed by the

speech thick with alcohol. "It's because

Kristian's gaze sharpened.

be wealthy, attractive, and physically fit, but she is seeking a deeper emotional bond," Gerard muttered, his loyalty to Freya clouding his thoughts. "With a philistine nature,

that so?" Kristian's voice grew

but his resolve did not

you think has caught her eye?" Kristian probed, his gaze penetrating, as though trying to

Gerard had been sober, caution would have been his

believe... Mr. Trent Seymour," he blurted out, his tongue loose from

his wine glass grew chillingly

always eager to see things from her angle. That, I think, is the very essence

his wine glass on the table with a soft clink, casting a final,

from the sofa, Kristian ascended the stairs with a dismissive,

on the sofa,

at his skin.

night before, his mind drew a blank after