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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voice laced with bewilderment. "You should never engage with him," Ethel declared, her

had been eyeing the neatly stacked gifts with a discernible scowl, chimed

set about making the

he climbed into the car than he instructed Gerard to

as he gazed at the unclaimed presents. "What should we do with these now?" Freya's response was as serene as the quiet before a storm. "Once he's settled in Alerith, we can send them to his new place," she suggested crisply. "If he dares to show up here again, keep the

with a quiet

returned the nod and turned

the air,

her shoulder with a composed tone. "What

asked carefully, searching her expression. He wasn't

getting hurt all over

feelings for him," Freya responded without hesitation, her tone

months, whatever tenderness she'd once felt had

was nothing left in

turned to Ethel, seeking confirmation. "Do you think she

she replied, "She really doesn't like

voice laced with the pure, earnest honesty

batting an eye; if she didn't, she wouldn't sugarcoat her feelings.

asked, anxiety tightening his brows. "He's not the type to just walk away. You know

expression sincere. "As long as there's a sliver of a chance,

back off

his thoughts consumed with

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right now,"

love-had left scars too deep to ignore. After

eager to date again,

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

up, a spark of realization

also mulling over the

he showed up, it was only a

find some other way

but dodging him altogether felt like a lost cause. All she

weighing on her mind, she picked up her phone and dialed a

Gerard stole glances through the rearview mirror, his voice cautious as he inquired, "Sir, how