She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 472:

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.

What an absolute brute. It hurt like hell.

With a heavy thud, Kristian shoved her against the corridor wall, boxing her in.

There wasn’t a soul in sight, and the distance from the main hall meant no one would hear even if things escalated.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Freya scowled, wincing as her back throbbed from the impact.

“Do you really like that boyish Cyril?” Kristian snapped, irritation bubbling beneath his calm facade.

He had convinced himself that after everything, he owed Freya an apology—he should go along with her wishes, stop pushing her.

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

she’d

nothing to do with you,” Freya shot back, completely fed up. “And in

“As my ex-husband? Or someone hoping to

wouldn’t speak to me again?” Kristian asked, his voice dropping to a

He really was losing

waste another minute in

haven’t answered my question,” Kristian said stubbornly, his eyes fixed

owe you an answer,” Freya said coolly, her patience nearly gone. “And if you don’t

outfit might not have been ideal for a fight, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t throw down if

challenged, his

he caught her hand in a flash. Without missing

I don’t want to cause a scene here,” Freya warned, always one

talk 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 of woman—but