She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Stop Wasting Your Time

Kristian's frosty stare landed squarely on Freya's face the moment those words left her lips, his expression laced

with undisguised disbelief. "Really?"

Freya, ever the aesthete, had always held a deep appreciation for good-looking people.

And Kristian knew that better than anyone.

"What's there to doubt? Haven't you heard the saying?" she asked, her voice unbothered, her eyes slowly

drifting toward him.

Kristian didn't say a word. He simply stared at her, as though bracing himself for whatever warped reasoning she

was about to throw at him.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Freya said plainly, her features softening into something sincere. "As long

as | like someone, I'll find them attractive no matter how they look."

"Do you actually believe that?" Kristian asked, dragging the words out with quiet skepticism.

Freya met his gaze and responded without a flicker of hesitation. "Why wouldn't | believe my own words?" Freya

With that single line, something shifted between them-something strange, tense, and undefined.

A memory flitted through Kristian's mind-Freya once asking him, "Did you not believe anything I said?"

"Can we exchange contacts?" Cyril asked then, mustering his courage, still visibly uneasy in Kristian's presence.

"So we can keep in touch when we're back in Alerith."

"Sure," Freya said, already reaching into her purse for her phone.

Kristian quietly moved between them, standing directly in front of Cyril. "Eaton is calling you. Shouldn't you head

over?"

Cyril blinked in confusion. He turned his head on instinct, only to see no one there.

“Eaton didn't call me..." he began, but Kristian had already whisked Freya away.

It dawned on Cyril then-Kristian wasn't just being protective. Kristian genuinely didn't want him anywhere near

Freya

Kristian held Freya's hand openly, guiding her across the hotel lobby into a quiet side corridor tucked away from

the crowd

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

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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.

But it was clear now-he had miscalculated. Whether he treated her right or not, she would still rather talk to

sstranger like Cyril than give him the tof day.

If this kept up, she'd never agree to remarry him.

"What | like or dislike has nothing to do with you," Freya shot back, completely fed up. "And in what role are you

asking?"

Kristian faltered.

Freya pressed on, "As my ex-husband? Or someone hoping to start over?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't speak toagain?" Kristian asked, his voice dropping to a low, bitter chill.

Freya stayed silent. He really was losing it.

She didn't want to waste another minute in his presence. "Step aside."

"You haven't answered my question," Kristian said stubbornly, his eyes fixed on hers.

"| don't owe you an answer," Freya said coolly, her patience nearly gone. "And if you don't move, | won't hold

back."

The place was deserted, after all.

Her outfit might not have been ideal for a fight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't throw down if she had to.

"Try me," Kristian challenged, his jaw tight.

Freya swung her arm to punch him, but he caught her hand in a flash.

Without missing a beat, she lifted her leg to kick him, but he pivoted, dodging just in time.

"Today's Lionel's birthday. | don't want to cause a scene here," Freya warned, always one to respect her elders.

"You'd better know when to quit."

"You talk like you're on smoral high ground, just to hide the fact that your heart's already somewhere else,"

Kristian said, knowing she wasn't that kind of woman-but that didn't mean he wanted to let her walk away so

easily.

Even if it meant arguing. Even if it meant fighting. He needed there to be something-anything-between them.

Freya looked at him like he was skind of idiot and shot back, "Even if | have changed my heart, at least |

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didn't start seeing someone else before the divorce papers were signed."

"I'm not in touch with her anymore," Kristian muttered, his voice clipped, his lips barely moving

"That's only because she doesn't want you. If she'd cback just for you, if the terminal illness thing was

actually true," Freya retorted. "wouldn't you already be hitched to her by now?"

Kristian's brows knit together, the depth of her words settling into his features. And then he asked, "Does that

really matter to you?"

Freya didn't respond.

She truly couldn't bear being near someone so utterly clueless.

She genuinely couldn't fathom how someone like him had been raised by people

as wise and kind as Isaac, Melinda, and Lionel.

"There's no use continuing this conversation," she said flatly, done with the whole mess. "I have nothing left to

say to you."

If it weren't for the man she needed to catch, she would've cut ties with Kristian completely.

Yet even now, she still hadn't figured out why that man had chosen Kristian as a target.

"I can make things right for what happened before," Kristian offered, clutching her arm, his tall frradiating

an intense, heavy presence. "You don't have to carry that weight alone..."

"Kristian," Freya interrupted him sharply.

His eyes immediately locked on her.

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"I'll say this one last time. What happened before is beyond compensation," she said, her voice steely, her usual

composure now edged with seriousness. "No matter what you do, I'm not remarrying you.

So stop wasting your time."

"Does it really have to end like this?" Kristian asked, his voice dropping into a low, bitter chill.

"You're the one dragging it out," Freya said, shaking her head. "When we were married, you wanted a divorce.

Now that we're divorced, you want to get back together. Are you even thinking straight?"

Kristian's eyes darkened, and he said, "Back then, | just wanted closure."

If Ashley had really left because she was sick, he felt like he owed her something-

he should give her a future.

If Freya knew what he was thinking, she might've decked him right there.

"If your first love left you because of a terminal illness and didn't want to burden you,” Kristian said, "and came

back later after getting cured, wouldn't you leavefor him?"

He still remembered, crystal clear, the way Freya had reacted when Liam asked her to call her first love.

She, who rarely touched alcohol, had silently downed three glasses.

"No, | wouldn't," Freya said without blinking.

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But she didn't care if he did or not. She simply said, "The past is the past. | take

responsibility for my own life and my partner."

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