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.

missing a beat, "Don't worry, I'll

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glacial. Was this guy seriously this

my dad and the others. I'll treat her right," Cyril added, mistaking Kristian's intensity for concern over his past reputation. "From now on, if I even think about partying, I'll transfer

doesn't like men who've been around too many women," Kristian said

shot. "I swear, I've

kind of guy who slept around;

locked onto him, cold

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

and mature,"

gotten the message loud and clear by now- Kristian wasn't

Cyril was

younger can be." He flashed a smile, a dimple forming on his cheek. "Don't worry, Kristian. I'm not

felt the irritation bubbling in his chest, demanding to

Cyril, his tone

"Yes."

know who your

Cyril's whole body stiffened.

asking, "You mean... Trent

"Yes," moving

like you," Cyril said, his words

hopeful. "If you couldn't keep her, Trent probably

coldness was no longer subtle. He stepped forward, his presence swallowing the space between them. "And what if I'm your rival?" Cyril froze, the air catching

Kristian's voice was low and

waver.

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had already divorced

who'd already failed shouldn't even

words stuck. Kristian's aura was

Kristian said, his tone colder than ever. "Let me put

sweat under the weight of that stare, especially with how deliberately Kristian

her back someday," Kristian said, and there was no room for

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

cut in, clearly done with the conversation. Then came the final