She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Questioning

Kristian

How dare he say something like that!

Audacity

Kristian reeled, visibly thrown by Melvin's dudacity.

Yes, he and Freya were divorced-but did that strip her from his life so completely,

as if she no longer had any connection to him at all?

"Gerard." Kristian's restraint snapped like a taut wire.

Gerard, catching the shift in the air, wasted no time. He knew better than most the extent of Freya's combat

skills—and her temper. Tugging at Melvin's arm, he muttered, “Let them sort it out themselves. Let's go."

"You should really tell Freya's ex-husband to back off," Melvin said flatly. "She's his ex-wife now, and chasing

after her like this? It's downright inappropriate."

Gerard was at a loss for words.

Kristian's fury surged.

Ex-husband and ex-wife?

Those words sliced through him like knives, each one a brutal reminder of what he'd lost.

He threw Gerard a sharp look, then gripped Freya's arm with firm intent, making it clear he had no plans to argue

further-he was taking her to his car.

"Let her go." Melvin stepped forward, placing himself between them, his face carved from ice.

Kristian held on, refusing to release her.

With swift precision, Freya twisted her wrist, slipping free from his grasp like water through fingers.

Had the setting not been so public and the onlookers fewer, she might've taken a swing at him right then and

there.

"If you leave with him tonight, | swear you'll regret it," Kristian hissed, the helplessness in his voice betrayed only

by the desperation in his eyes as she pulled further from his reach.

In moments like this, Freya was the only anchor that kept him from drowning in chaos-his one, fleeting sense of

peace.

Freya raised her gaze, calm but piercing "This is Alerith."

"So what?" Kristian shot back, eyes glinting with something dark. The chaos of the evening had clearly unsettled

him. "I don't like playing tricks, but that doesn't mean | don't know how."

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Chapter 143 Questioning Kristian

Her brow creased slightly.

From what she'd known of Kristian, scheming had never been his style.

But there was one incident she remembered vividly-someone had tried to undermine him, and just whe she'd

moved to help, the tide had turned in a blink.

He'd said the exact swords then-he didn't like scheming, but he wait incapable of it.

At that moment, he had been ice-cold.

But it hadn't lasted long before he snapped back to his usual self.

She wasn't worried, not really.

But Frederick did seem to cross paths with Kristian more often. If Kristian were truly provoked, things could get

complicated when her guard was down.

Fine. One last conversation.

"Mel, you should go," Freya said, her tone final. "See you tomorrow."

Melvin hesitated, thrown.

Was she really leaving with Kristian?

Freya gave him a look-a silent message that she'd take care of it.

"Gerard," Kristian said.

"Goodbye, sir." Gerard, ever the sharp one, understood immediately and nudged Melvin toward the car.

Melvin hesitated, glancing over his shoulder more than once, but finally got in. His mind was already working on

a plan.

Kristian radiated coldness, his stare piercing. "You called him so sweetly."

"It's none of your concern," Freya answered coolly, sharp as ever. "Weren't you offering to drivehome? Then

what's the holdup?"

Her words stung. Kristian's gaze grew colder.

Why did it suddenly feel like she was treating him like sglorified driver?

He didn't linger on the thought. He needed this twith Freya-needed to talk, to make her see reason. And

above all, to convince her to remarry him.

Lost in his thoughts, he slid into the driver's seat.

Freya opened the back door and slipped into the rear like she owned the car.

"Sit in the front," Kristian said, his patience thinning.

She really knew how to push every last one of his buttons.

"When I'm with Mel, | always sit in the back," Freya said smoothly. "If that bothers you, | can always call him

back."

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Kristian couldn't even respond.

He wanted to summon Gerard, but knowing Gerard had driven off with Melvin, he

could only grind his teeth silence.

Torn between pride and frustration, he hit the gas.

In the back, Freya glanced at a message from Melvin, asking if she was okay,

She replied with calm efficiency, telling him not to worry.

Melvin couldn't afford to attract too much attention. If Kristian ever investigated Anita International Group, th

trail would lead straight to her.

She could already hear him saying it, "I never expected you to hide so well-even owning Anita Internationa

Group."

Once her chat with Melvin ended, Freya looked up, eyes narrowing.

They weren't heading towards her place. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, voice level.

"My place."

"It's the middle of the night," she pointed out.

"I'm aware," Kristian replied.

Freya didn't push further.

She wasn't reckless enough to leap from a moving car or start a roadside

argument-not out of fear, but for sheer practicality.

Life was precious. She wouldn't throw it away.

Roughly an hour later, the car cto a stop.

They had arrived in an upscale villa complex. Freya quickly sent Melvin her location.

If Kristian lost his mind, tonight, someone needed to know where she was.

Once parked, she trailed behind Kristian into the house.

She knew his ways-he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

And if she slipped away tonight, he'd only resurface another day. She wasn't about to let her life be haunted by

his persistent shadow.

Kristian opened the door and held it for her.

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Once she stepped inside, he locked it behind them, pressing a button. It was a specialized lock-once sealed from

the inside, it couldn't be undone without a password, not even from within.

Freya scanned the space-black, white, and gray tones dominated, cold and clinical. Then she settled on the sofa.

“So, what exactly did you bringhere to talk about?"

"What's your relationship with him?" Kristian asked.

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Friends Boss and employes Admirer and the one admired/ Freys replied smoothly

Kristian went silent

Hey answer was a little too thorough

His insides burned, but there was nowhere to unleash the fire

"Do you have a crush on him?" he asked again.

"That's my business i owe you no explanations," Freys retorted bluntly, "Why don't

you start by telling the why I'm even here?"

Kristian stared at her, sbsorbing her distante, her cold tons

He knew she didn't care for him anymore but still, he said it. "I want us to get

married again."

"I've already given you my answer," Freya said, unflinching, She'd known this was

coming,

"You can nyour terms," Kristian offered, eyes unwavering, emotions unreadable.

"Marriage and divorce aren't a game," Freya said firmly, her voice steady, "Whether it was done in haste or

otherwise, you have to live with the outcome,"

Kristian's brow furrowed.

"Kristian," Freya said his nwith careful weight.

He looked at her.

your world, do you truly believe that when you ask for a divorce, i have to say yes,

and when you decide you want to marryagain, I'm supposed to just fall in line?" Freya didn't flinch as she

asked the question that needed asking "And if |

refuse-does that mean I'm just being difficult?"

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