She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 184

Chapter 184 You Don't

Stand A Chance

Freya shot Kristian a sharp look.

She really wanted to snap at him. But in the end, she clamped her mouth shut and turned toward the window, shutting off everything about him like flipping a mental switch.

The ride rolled on in a thick, weighty silence.

Kristian pulled up and dropped her off at the hotel where she was staying.

Freya stepped out of the car with swift resolve, not sparing him a single glance as she strode toward the

entrance.

Kristian stayed put for a while, watching her until she disappeared into the building before he finally drove away.

He made his way back to Lionel's birthday banquet.

The moment he stepped into the hotel lobby, he spotted Cyril lounging in the same chair as before.

Catching sight of him, Cyril stood up at once and came over, his eyes flicking behind Kristian, scanning for Freya. Not seeing her, he asked, "Kristian, where's Freya? Didn't she come back with you?"

Kristian paused mid-stride, his expression darkening like a storm rolling in.

Cyril shifted on his feet, unsettled by the weight of that stare. "Wh-what's wrong?"

"Do you have a crush on her?" Kristian asked, his height adding to the pressure of his presence, which felt as suffocating as it was intense.

Cyril scratched his head awkwardly, like a kid caught with a schoolyard crush. "Well... yeah, a little. She's beautiful, sweet, and just... has this great vibe."

Kristian ran his fingers along the edge of his phone, tension radiating off him.

"Do you even know who she is?" His voice dropped lower, cold and tight, frustration curling through his chest. Cyril blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"She's my ex-wife." The words sliced clean through the air, his tone laced with a warning-Freya wasn't up for grabs

But Cyril, being who he was, rarely picked up on subtle messages or heavy undertones.

that, he replied without missing a beat, "Don't worry, I'll treat

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gaze turned glacial. Was this guy seriously this

Kristian's intensity for concern over his past reputation. "From now on, if I even

like men who've been around too many women," Kristian said flatly, each

rushed to explain, terrified of losing his shot. "I swear, I've only ever

who slept around; in fact,

eyes locked onto him,

Cyril doubled down. "Seriously! If you don't believe me, you can ask my

are steady and mature," Kristian added,

with half a brain would've gotten the message loud

was

can grow with time," he said cheerfully. "Maybe she likes mature guys now because she hasn't seen how fun someone younger can be." He flashed a smile, a dimple forming on his cheek. "Don't worry, Kristian. I'm not backing down over something like

in his chest, demanding to be let

Cyril, his tone

"Yes."

you even know who your rival

Cyril's whole body stiffened.

hesitated before asking, "You

"Yes," moving

you," Cyril said,

her, Trent

forward, his presence swallowing the space between them. "And what if I'm your rival?" Cyril froze, the air

Kristian's voice was low and steady, but

waver.

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to say that Freya had already divorced him-that technically

someone who'd already failed shouldn't even

the words stuck. Kristian's aura was

didn't make myself clear earlier," Kristian said, his tone colder than ever. "Let me put it plainly-Freya is

to sweat under the weight of that stare, especially with

now, I'll win her back someday," Kristian said, and there was no room for debate

had left was crumbling fast. "But... but why did

can ask him," Kristian cut in, clearly done with the conversation. Then came the final blow. "While you're still not too deep in, walk away. Don't end