She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Kristian Was Jealous

Liam, his voice tinged with a note of provocation, remarked, "Isn't it customary to involve the father choosing the

child's name? If you're struggling to find a suitable name, Miss Welch, perhaps the baby's fath could provide

sinspiration."

Farrah's gaze shifted involuntarily towards Felipe, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions.

Before she could muster a response, Freya cut in sharply, her voice frosty with disapproval. "He doesn't deserv a

say in such a crucial matter."

Liam's eyes widened in surprise, unprepared for Freya's fierce stance.

Beside him, Kristian's brow furrowed in confusion, mirroring the sentiment.

Felipe, too, looked taken aback, his face a mask of bewilderment.

The three men exchanged looks, their faces etched with confusion at her unexpected outburst..

Zander's face remained unreadable, his gaze drifting over to Felipe to gauge his reaction.

Felipe's initial flash of anger quickly dissolved into a resigned nod. What was Freya's deal? Why was she getting

involved in their issues?

On further reflection, she had a valid point. He wasn't the baby's father, so he truly wasn't deserving.

Breaking the tense silence, Liam ventured cautiously, "Freya, why did you say that?"

"I'm done eating. Go ahead and enjoy your meal." Brushing off the question, she put her ttensils down, stood,

and quietly headed for the sofa.

Minutes ticked by, and soon, everyone had wrapped up their breakfast.

As the group prepared to leave the villa, a new issue surfaced. Liam had brought Freya here, so how was she

supposed to get back?

"Freya." Liam's voice carried a hint of curiosity as he approached her. "Do you want to ride in my car or

Kristian's?"

Before she could answer, Trent intervened with a firm tone, jangling his car keys as a clear indication of his

preference. "She'll ride with me," he declared.

Freya exchanged a knowing glance with Trent, picking up on the undercurrent of urgency in his eyes. With a

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subtle nod, she agreed, "Sure."

The moment she consented, the air around Kristian shifted tically, becoming charged and tense, like the

forewarning of a tempest.

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Felipe, who had been smirking triumphantly a moment before, found his satisfaction ebbing away as Trent turned

his attention to Farrah "Would you like to

join us, Miss Welch?" he asked, his voice smooth but insistent.

"No, thanks. My agent will pickup later," Farrah responded with a guarded tone, aware of Felipe's volatile

nature. Leaving with Trent today would only guarantee Felipe's wrath down the line.

He insisted she terminate the pregnancy, and she was determined to have one last discussion with him. If he

wouldn't back down, she'd be left with no choice but to walk away.

The frost in Felipe's eyes melted ever so slightly, his lips twitching as he decided to give her another day to

reconsider.

With that, Freya slid into the passenger seat of Trent's car.

They drove past Felipe, who, despite his earlier hostility, moved aside-a gesture Kristian didn't miss.

"I'm leaving too," Zander announced, his presence as crisp and polished as his white shirt. With the effortless

charm of a seasoned gentleman, he added, "I'll be joining the film crew soon, so it looks like this will be our last

meet-up for a while." Kristian and Felipe exchanged a brief, knowing nod as they watched him stride away.

In the lingering silence that followed, only Kristian and the remaining few were left.

Liam, having lost his interest in the unfolding once Freya had exited, declared his intention to depart,

eager to recount the evening's happenings to his grandfather.

"Liam." Kristian's voice, low and resonant, broke the quiet, his hand casually tucked into his pocket.

Liam paused, his hand frozen on the car door handle, turning slightly. "What's up?" he inquired, an eyebrow

raised in curiosity.

"Would you mind giving Miss Welch a ride?" Kristian asked, his tone nonchalant.

Liam blinked, taken aback by the request.

Even Felipe raised his eyebrows, puzzled by Kristian's unexpected move.

"Miss Welch, Liam will be happy to drive you," Kristian continued smoothly, his gaze never wavering from Felipe,

who looked visibly rattled. "He's rather free tonight, so feel free to direct him as you please." Farrah,

momentarily stunned, processed the offer. She ultimately nodded in acceptance. "Alright."

She decided against riding with Trent, mindful of Felipe's disdain for him.

With Liam being his friend, Felipe wouldn't be too bothered.

As the car pulled away into the sunlit morning, Kristian remained, a solitary figure breathing in the crisp morning

air. Felipe, on the other hand, seethed beside him, barely containing his desire to confront.

"Kristian, what the hell are you thinking?" Felipe burst out, his voice thick with frustration. "What about our

agreement back in the bedroom?"

With a slight frown, Kristian gave his reply. "What agreement?"

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"You swore that Farrah wouldn't leave tonight unless it was with me," Felipe stated, his tone sharp and accusing.

“Right.”

Felipe was visibly frustrated. Why didn't Kristian keep his promise?

With a mix of bewilderment and anger bubbling inside him, he marched up to Kristian, unable to grasp the

sudden shift in his attitude. "Why would you let her leave with Liam?" he demanded, his tone sharp.

"And what about you? Didn't you step aside so Freya could ride with Trent?" Kristian responded with composure,

his eyes completely detached.

Caught off guard, Felipe halted, his fiery momentum quenched by a sudden epiphany.

His anger dissolved, replaced by a sly amusement. A smirk played on his lips as

he slung an arm around Kristian's shoulders, his voice teasing. "What's this? Are you jealous?"

Kristian remained silent, his face unreadable. Jealous? The idea seemed ludicrous to him.

"I only stepped aside because you have a thing for Ashley," Felipe went on, his tone casual yet clearly designed

to needle Kristian. "Imagine how she'd feel knowing Freya was in the scar as you. Is that what you want? To

make her jealous? Or... is it Freya you're actually interested in?"

He scrutinized Kristian's expression intently, searching for any telltale sign.

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Kristian's frown deepened slightly. The conversation shifted abruptly as he remembered Gerard's call earlier

about Ashley possibly feigning her illness.

With a renewed focus, he unlocked his car and threw over his shoulder with deliberate nonchalance, "Maybe you

should spend less tworrying about who I'm interested in and more tfiguring out who the father of the

baby is." With that parting shot, he slid into his car and pulled away, leaving Felipe simmering with frustration

and unanswered questions on the sidewalk. Kristian's thoughts briefly lingered on Freya and the news of his

grandpa's upcoming eightieth birthday he had yet to share, but he decided it was better to wait for a more fitting

moment.

Freya knew Lionel's birthday was approaching, but with everything that had been going on, the days had slipped

right past her.

As their car pulled away from the lavish villa, Freya turned her troubled gaze towards Trent, who maintained a

stoic focus on the winding road ahead. With a hint of concern in her voice, Freya ventured, "Is something

happening in Alerith?" "Nope," Trent responded, his tone even and unflustered. "It's about Farrah." "Farrah?" Her

voice hitched slightly, a frown knitting her brow.

Trent's hands remained steady on the wheel as he cast a brief, meaningful glance

her way. "You're not aware of her ties to Felipe, are you?"

Confusion clouded Freya's expression. The puzzle pieces weren't aligning. How did Felipe fit into this picture

again?

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"This morning, | caught Felipe and Farrah in a heated argument in the living room," Trent explained, though he

confessed to missing most of the fiery exchange. "Felipe mentioned Farrah was his wife."

"What?" Freya exclaimed, the weight of the revelation making het head spin. If Felipe was Farrah's husband, was

he the scumbag she was talking about?

A marriage orchestrated for corporate gains was one thing; a resurrected past romance was quite another. Yet,

the thought of him coercing Farrah, especially during her pregnancy, filled Freya with indignation.

While Trent's eyes returned to the road, his jaw set in concentration, Freya wrestled with her next move. Calling

Farrah risked intrusion if she was in Felipe's presence, so she opted for discretion, typing out a message. "Is

Felipe actually your husband?"

Farrah, sitting in the back of Liam's car, felt her phone vibrate.

She glanced at the screen, hesitating as Freya's message popped up.

After a moment of contemplation, weighed down by the gravity of her response,

she responded, "Yes."

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