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Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Afraid Cyril Might Steal Her Heart

The moment Liam heard those words, his first instinct was to sneak a glance at Kristian

He was dying to see how Kristian would react to someone taking an obvious interest in Freys

But Kristian didn't give him the reaction he was hoping for.

Right then, Kristian kept his emotions locked up tight, fully aware that this wasn't the right tof place to say

anything

Still, the look he gave Cyril had a quiet intensity to it-sharp, but subtle.

"Thanks. You're quite the charmer yourself," Freya replied politely, her lips curving into a faint, practiced smile

Cyril lit up like a kid on Christmas morning

As the conversation rolled on, he didn't hold back in expressing his admiration, peppering Freys with questions

about her interests and likes. By the end of it, even Lionel and Elvin could read him like an open book.

(Cyril firmly believed that when a woman was exceptional, she deserved to hear it out loud.

Elvin figured it was best to give his grandson sprivate twith Freya. This was, after all, the first the'd

seen Cyril so genuinely taken with someone.

"Lionel, how about a stroll?" Elvin suggested as he got to his feet, offering Cyril a knowing, supportive nod. "Let

the youngsters talk. We don't need to hover,"

Lionel glanced over at Kristian before nodding "Sure."

Before long, all the older folks wandered off for a private chat, leaving the younger crowd behind.

The rest of the young men quickly picked up on Cyril's interest in Freya. Being good friends, they knew better

than to hang around awkwardly, each coming up with a reason to bow out gracefully

Eaton was the last to go. Before leaving, he looked over at Kristian and Liam, who were still lingering, and asked,

cautiously, "Liam, Kristian, do you need to double- check today's schedule?"

Anyone with a shred of common sense could tell he was politely urging them to clear out

Liam answered easily, "You go ahead. We'll catch up in a bit."

"Alright." Eaton didn't stick around.

"Kristian," Liam murmured, nudging him in the arm, his gaze flicking between Cyril and Freya before raising an

eyebrow "Shouldn't we be heading out too?"

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Chapter 182 Afraid Cyril Might Steal Her Heart

"Why would we do that?" Kristian replied, face cool and composed.

Liam smirked, throwing an arm around his shoulder and leaning in to whisper. "Don't tellyou haven't noticed

Cyril making a move on Freya. If you can't keep her happy, maybe it's tto let someone else take a

shot."

Kristian's eyes shifted from Cyril back to Liam, filled with disdain.

Sure, Cyril had one of those trendy pretty-boy faces, but he wasn't Freya's type.

If that had been her thing, she would've been with Frederick long ago-no need to wait until now.

"You really not gonna leave?" Liam asked again, poking at him.

Kristian flat-out ignored him.

Of course, Liam-always ready to stir things up-grinned mischievously. "What's the matter? Jealous? Afraid Cyril

might steal her heart?"

Kristian's lips twitched into the faintest smirk as he shot back coolly, "If you've got this much free time, maybe

focus on your own business. I'd be happy to persuade Grandpa to introduce girls to you."

"That might've worked before," Liam shot back with a grin, teeth flashing. "But now? Pretty sure Grandpa would

tell you to get your act together before coming after me."

Kristian went quiet. He knew Liam had a point. Lionel would definitely cdown on him first.

"Freya, I'm gonna go over the schedule with Kristian," Liam announced suddenly, not giving Kristian a chance to

protest. "We'll be back in a bit."

Freya caught on quickly but only replied, "Okay."

"Let's move." Liam tugged on Kristian's arm.

For the first time, Kristian had the strong urge to strangle him. How could one person be this irritating?

Even though he didn't want to leave, Liam had already made the decision for him, so he had no choice but to

step away for now.

As the brothers walked off, Cyril was suddenly hit with a wave of nerves.

He couldn't quite figure out why-he'd always been smooth with women, confident and easygoing. But now, the

right words just wouldn't come.

"Lionel mentioned earlier that your family's from Alerith. Did | remember it right?" Cyril asked, trying to spark

something.

Freya's tone stayed flat. "Yes."

"My family's from Alerith too!" Cyril's eyes lit up. "When are you heading back? Maybe we could travel together."

"Tomorrow," Freya replied after a pause.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to hold a conversation-this was just who she was. She'd always been

reserved, even around Trent and the rest.

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Meanwhile, Kristian and Liam hadn't gone to review anything.

Instead, they'd found a quiet corner, sitting down with the schedule sheet, pretending to look it over.

"You know," Liam began, deliberately poking the hornet's nest, "Cyril and Freya actually make a pretty decent

pair. They're close in age."

Kristian didn't say a word.

Liam leaned closer, clearly enjoying himself. "Don't you think?"

"If you're this idle, why not help run the company?" Kristian's voice turned icy, his patience running thin. "Or

better yet, shut up."

"Touchy, aren't you? You should be glad if Cyril ends up with her," Liam teased, totally unfazed. "Freya would be

happy, and Mom, Dad, and Grandpa would finally get off your back. You'd get speace for once. Doesn't that

sound good?"

Kristian's fingers clenched tighter around the schedule, his mood souring by the second.

Liam leaned in again, voice playful. "Or maybe... you still have feelings for her?" "Finish this," Kristian snapped,

shoving the paper into Liam's hands before suddenly standing up. "I'm stepping

out."

Liam blinked, caught off guard.

Kristian didn't head for the door-he turned and walked straight toward Freya and Cyril.

He knew Freya hated settings like this, uncomfortable making small talk with strangers.

She'd told him that plenty of times during their two years of marriage, and he'd never left her alone in situations

like this.

Even now, even after the divorce, he couldn't bring himself to let her struggle through it.

Cyril was just getting into the swing of things when he noticed Kristian approaching.

Without thinking, he asked, “Kristian? Something wrong?"

"Freya and | need to swing by my family's house to pick something up," Kristian said, voice cold and distant,

making it crystal clear he didn't welcfollow-up questions. "Wanna cwith us, or would you rather chat

later?"

Cyril hesitated. He was tempted to tag along, but something in Kristian's icy tone told him not to push it.

"We'll catch up later," he said quickly.

"Then we'll be off," Kristian replied flatly. He almost reached for Freya's hand but stopped himself just in time,

remembering she wasn't his wife anymore.

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