She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 184

Chapter 184 You Don't

Stand A Chance

Freya shot Kristian a sharp look.

She really wanted to snap at him. But in the end, she clamped her mouth shut and turned toward the window,

shutting off everything about him like flipping a mental switch.

The ride rolled on in a thick, weighty silence.

Kristian pulled up and dropped her off at the hotel where she was staying.

Freya stepped out of the car with swift resolve, not sparing him a single glance as she strode toward the

entrance.

Kristian stayed put for a while, watching her until she disappeared into the building before he finally drove away.

He made his way back to Lionel's birthday banquet.

The moment he stepped into the hotel lobby, he spotted Cyril lounging in the schair as before.

Catching sight of him, Cyril stood up at once and cover, his eyes flicking behind Kristian, scanning for Freya.

Not seeing her, he asked, "Kristian, where's Freya? Didn't she cback with you?"

Kristian paused mid-stride, his expression darkening like a storm rolling in.

Cyril shifted on his feet, unsettled by the weight of that stare. "Wh-what's wrong?"

"Do you have a crush on her?" Kristian asked, his height adding to the pressure of his presence, which felt as

suffocating as it was intense.

Cyril scratched his head awkwardly, like a kid caught with a schoolyard crush. "Well... yeah, a little. She's

beautiful, sweet, and just... has this great vibe."

Kristian ran his fingers along the edge of his phone, tension radiating off him.

"Do you even know who she is?" His voice dropped lower, cold and tight, frustration curling through his chest.

Cyril blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"She's my ex-wife." The words sliced clean through the air, his tone laced with a warning-Freya wasn't up for

grabs

But Cyril, being who he was, rarely picked up on subtle messages or heavy undertones.

Hearing that, he replied without missing a beat, "Don't worry, I'll treat her well."

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Chapter 184 You Don't Stand A Chance

Kristian's gaze turned glacial. Was this guy seriously this dense?

"If you don't trust me, | can even make a promise to my dad and the others. I'll treat her right," Cyril added,

mistaking Kristian's intensity for concern over his past reputation. "From now on, if | even think about partying,

I'll transfer all my assets to Freya's name."

"She doesn't like men who've been around too many women," Kristian said flatly, each word carrying deliberate

weight.

"I was just fooling around!" Cyril rushed to explain, terrified of losing his shot. "I swear, I've only ever put an arm

around a girl's waist-nothing more!"

He wasn't the kind of guy who slept around; in fact, he was still a virgin.

Kristian's eyes locked onto him, cold and unreadable.

Sensing disbelief, Cyril doubled down. "Seriously! If you don't believe me, you can ask my friends."

"She likes men who are steady and mature," Kristian added, landing another blow.

Anyone with half a brain would've gotten the message loud and clear by now- Kristian wasn't trying to

discourage him.

But Cyril was too dense.

"Feelings can grow with time," he said cheerfully. "Maybe she likes mature guys now because she hasn't seen

how fun someone younger can be." He flashed a smile, a dimple forming on his cheek. "Don't worry, Kristian. I'm

not backing down over something like this!"

Kristian felt the irritation bubbling in his chest, demanding to be let out.

He stared at Cyril, his tone razor-sharp. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Do you even know who your rival is?"

Cyril's whole body stiffened.

He hesitated before asking, "You mean... Trent Seymour?"

"Yes," moving

"Oh, that's fine then. Trent's just like you," Cyril said, his words careless and oblivious.

In fact, he looked a little hopeful. "If you couldn't keep her, Trent probably won't either. That means I've still got a

shot!"

Whatever hints Kristian had been dropping before, they were gone now-his coldness was no longer subtle. He

stepped forward, his presence swallowing the space between them. "And what if I'm your rival?" Cyril froze, the

air catching in his throat as his heart picked up speed.

"Do you still think you've got a chance?" Kristian's voice was low and steady, but the chill in his eyes didn't

waver.

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Cyril wanted to say that Freya had already divorced him-that technically meant he'd already lost.

Fighting someone who'd already failed shouldn't even count.

But the words stuck. Kristian's aura was too much.

"Maybe | didn't make myself clear earlier," Kristian said, his tone colder than ever. "Letput it plainly-Freya is

mine."

Cyril felt himself starting to sweat under the weight of that stare, especially with how deliberately Kristian was

cornering him.

"Even though we're divorced now, I'll win her back someday," Kristian said, and there was no room for debate in

his voice. "You don't stand a chance. Got it?"

Whatever little hope Cyril had left was crumbling fast. "But... but why did Lionel..."

"That's something you can ask him," Kristian cut in, clearly done with the conversation. Then cthe final

blow. "While you're still not too deep in, walk away. Don't end up with nothing."

In that moment, all of Cyril's excitement collapsed.

He'd finally met someone who made his heart skip at just one glance. He'd already planned the dinner spots, the

fun outings, the gifts he'd shower her with once they got back to Alerith. He'd even drafted his whole pursuit

strategy in his head.

Kristian, sensing his message had landed, felt the frustration in his chest ease, though his gaze stayed frigid.

"Wait!" Cyril called out as Kristian turned to leave.

Kristian paused and looked back at him.

Cyril's palms were slick with sweat, nerves frayed and raw.

But he had to ask the question burning inside him. "Can | ask... why did you two

get divorced?"

If Kristian really loved her, how did it all fall apart?

Kristian's expression hardened further.

Was this guy still clinging to skind of hope?

"| just want to know if there's really no chance at all," Cyril said, his voice tight as

he stood there, braving the chill in Kristian's eyes.

Sometimes in life, you met someone and just knew they were the one.

If you didn't go after it, you'd regret it forever.

Kristian didn't offer a direct answer. Instead, he said, "If you really want to know, ask her yourself."

With that, he turned and walked off, not bothering to give Cyril another second.

Cyril opened his mouth, wanting to ask where Freya was now, why she hadn't cback with him.

But as he watched Kristian's distant figure disappear, cold and unreachable, the words never came. He stood

frozen in place, swallowed by a mix of emotions, as the fragile thread of hope unraveled in his h~~>

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