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.

it was clear now—he had miscalculated. Whether he treated her right or not, she would still rather talk to some stranger like

she’d

do with you,” Freya shot back, completely fed up.

“As my ex-husband? Or someone hoping

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

stayed silent. He really

want to waste another

question,” Kristian said stubbornly, his eyes fixed

her patience nearly gone. “And if you don’t move, I won’t hold back.” The place was deserted, after

ideal for a fight, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t

Kristian challenged,

punch him, but he caught her hand in a flash. Without missing a beat, she

here,” Freya warned, always one to respect

talk like you’re on some moral high ground, just to hide the fact that your heart’s already somewhere else,” Kristian said,