She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Stop Wasting Your Time

Kristian's frosty stare landed squarely on Freya's face the moment those words left her lips, his expression laced with undisguised disbelief. "Really?"

Freya, ever the aesthete, had always held a deep appreciation for good-looking people.

And Kristian knew that better than anyone.

"What's there to doubt? Haven't you heard the saying?" she asked, her voice unbothered, her eyes slowly drifting toward him.

Kristian didn't say a word. He simply stared at her, as though bracing himself for whatever warped reasoning she was about to throw at him.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Freya said plainly, her features softening into something sincere. "As long as I like someone, I'll find them attractive no matter how they look."

"Do you actually believe that?" Kristian asked, dragging the words out with quiet skepticism.

Freya met his gaze and responded without a flicker of hesitation. "Why wouldn't I believe my own words?" Freya

With that single line, something shifted between them-something strange, tense, and undefined.

A memory flitted through Kristian's mind-Freya once asking him, "Did you not believe anything I said?"

"Can we exchange contacts?" Cyril asked then, mustering his courage, still visibly uneasy in Kristian's presence. "So we can keep in touch when we're back in Alerith."

"Sure," Freya said, already reaching into her purse for her phone.

Kristian quietly moved between them, standing directly in front of Cyril. "Eaton is calling you. Shouldn't you head over?"

Cyril blinked in confusion. He turned his head on instinct, only to see no one there.

“Eaton didn't call me..." he began, but Kristian had already whisked Freya away.

It dawned on Cyril then-Kristian wasn't just being protective. Kristian genuinely didn't want him anywhere near Freya

Kristian held Freya's hand openly, guiding her across the hotel lobby into a quiet side corridor tucked away from the crowd

Freya tugged against his grip, but his hold was unrelenting, his fingers clamped so tightly around hers it felt like they might snap her bones. If it hadn't been Lionel's grand birthday celebration, she might've lost it right then and there.

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What an absolute brute. It hurt like hell.

a heavy thud, Kristian shoved her against the

in sight, and the distance from the main hall meant no one would hear even if things

Freya scowled, wincing

like that boyish Cyril?" Kristian snapped,

after everything, he owed Freya an apology-he should go along

it was clear now-he had miscalculated. Whether he treated her right or not, she would still

she'd never agree to remarry

do with you," Freya shot back, completely fed up. "And in what role

Kristian faltered.

ex-husband? Or someone hoping

wouldn't speak to me again?" Kristian

stayed silent. He really

to waste another minute in his presence. "Step

said stubbornly, his eyes

Freya said coolly, her patience nearly gone. "And if you don't move, I won't hold

was deserted, after

outfit might not have been ideal for a fight, but that didn't

me," Kristian challenged,

arm to punch him, but he

to kick him, but he pivoted, dodging

don't want to cause a scene here," Freya warned, always one to respect her elders. "You'd better know when to

like you're on some moral high ground, just to hide the fact that your heart's already somewhere else," Kristian said, knowing she wasn't that kind

if it meant fighting. He needed there to be something-anything-between them. Freya looked at him like he was some kind of idiot and shot back, "Even if

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before

her anymore," Kristian muttered, his voice

back just for you, if the terminal

her words settling into his features. And then he asked, "Does that really matter to

Freya didn't respond.

bear being near someone

couldn't fathom how someone like him had been raised

kind as

conversation," she said flatly, done with the whole mess. "I have nothing left to say

for the man she needed to catch,

out why that man had chosen Kristian

what happened before," Kristian offered, clutching her arm, his tall frame radiating

Freya interrupted him