She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 139

Chapter 139 They Could Just Fake It

Kristian surged to his feet, his frustration erupting like a dormant volcano.

He did exactly what Liam had told him to, but Freya still refused to change her mind.

Freya trailed after him in silence.

Downstairs, Hugh and Ethel sat tensely, their nerves strung tight with anticipation. Both were on edge, fearing that the situation upstairs might spiral into a heated argument-or worse, an outright confrontation.

Seconds stretched into minutes as they waited, the quiet around them growing heavier.

Then, at last, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Hugh and Ethel snapped their heads up, their eyes wide. The cold aura enveloping Kristian was palpable, even more biting than before. It was clear- whatever conversation had happened upstairs hadn't gone well.

"Mr. Briggs," Kristian said abruptly, stopping in the middle of the living room.

Hugh turned his head on instinct, ready to answer, but then paused. He quickly recalled Freya's hostile stance toward Kristian and decided to play it safe-he acted like he hadn't heard a thing.

Kristian's eyes narrowed, perceptive enough to see right through Hugh's facade.

Unperturbed, he continued, his voice steady and deliberate, "I've just arrived in Alerith today and haven't found a place to stay. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could stay here for the night?"

All three of them stared in disbelief, completely thrown off by Kristian's bold request.

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"Mina and Sheila are young women; it's simply improper to have a man in the house overnight,” Hugh finally blurted out, his voice shaking slightly with anger. “I must insist you look elsewhere."

Kristian simply gave a small nod. "Alright then," he said calmly.

Without another word, he turned to leave.

Before his divorce, he had never delved into Freya's family or her connections, never stepping foot in Hugh's

home.

Now, despite their separation, he felt a strange pull to bridge the gap he had ignored for so long.

Hugh stood by the doorway, frowning as he watched Kristian disappear into the night. That was it? He left that easily? Was he really that compliant?

Snapping back to the present, he caught the intense gazes of Freya and Ethel fixed on him.

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bewilderment. "You should never engage with him," Ethel declared, her lips curling into a pout as she launched into her grievances against Kristian. "He's

with a

Hugh set about making the

sooner had he climbed into the car than he instructed Gerard to drive off, effectively thwarting their attempt to return the

serene as the quiet before a storm. "Once he's settled in Alerith,

with a quiet nod, his

returned the nod and turned

the air, causing her to

mid-step, glancing over her shoulder with a

asked

want her getting hurt all over again. “What do you actually

don't have feelings for him," Freya responded without hesitation, her tone clear

those six months, whatever tenderness she'd once felt had

was certain now-there was nothing left in her

to Ethel, seeking confirmation. "Do you think she genuinely dislikes him, or is

replied, "She really doesn't like him." "Why do you say that?" Hugh pressed, seeking

her voice laced with the pure,

she'd say it without batting an eye; if she

his brows. "He's not

"As long as there's a sliver of a chance, he'll keep chasing it. But if he finds out she's

back off

worry deepened, his thoughts consumed

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about relationships right now," he said, frowning

love-had left scars too deep to ignore. After

be eager to date again, let alone walk

other hand, was already several steps ahead, her eyes gleaming with inspiration. "Who says they have to actually be together?" she said, excitement bubbling in her tone. "Isn't Trent pretty close with her? They could just fake

realization flickering in

to him, Freya was also mulling

it was only a matter of time

some other

felt like a lost cause. All she ever wanted was a

thought weighing on her mind, she picked up her phone and

inside Kristian's car, Gerard stole glances through the rearview mirror, his voice cautious as he inquired, "Sir, how did things go