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.

or not, she would still rather talk to some stranger like Cyril than give him the

up, she’d never agree to remarry

dislike has nothing to do with you,” Freya shot back, completely fed up. “And in what role are

“As my ex-husband? Or someone hoping

me again?” Kristian asked, his

stayed silent. He really

want to waste another

my question,” Kristian said stubbornly, his

answer,” Freya said coolly, her patience nearly gone. “And

fight, but that didn’t mean

challenged, his jaw

her hand in a flash. Without missing a beat, she lifted her

here,” Freya warned, always one to respect her elders. “You’d

high ground, just to hide the fact that your heart’s already somewhere else,” Kristian said, knowing she