She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Chapter 139 They Could Just Fake It

Kristian surged to his feet, his frustration erupting like a dormant volcano.

He did exactly what Liam had told him to, but Freya still refused to change her mind.

Freya trailed after him in silence.

Downstairs, Hugh and Ethel sat tensely, their nerves strung tight with anticipation. Both were on edge, fearing

that the situation upstairs might spiral into a heated argument-or worse, an outright confrontation.

Seconds stretched into minutes as they waited, the quiet around them growing heavier.

Then, at last, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Hugh and Ethel snapped their heads up, their eyes wide. The cold aura enveloping Kristian was palpable, even

more biting than before. It was clear- whatever conversation had happened upstairs hadn't gone well.

"Mr. Briggs," Kristian said abruptly, stopping in the middle of the living room.

Hugh turned his head on instinct, ready to answer, but then paused. He quickly recalled Freya's hostile stance

toward Kristian and decided to play it safe-he acted like he hadn't heard a thing.

Kristian's eyes narrowed, perceptive enough to see right through Hugh's facade.

Unperturbed, he continued, his voice steady and deliberate, "I've just arrived in Alerith today and haven't found

a place to stay. Would it be too much trouble to ask if | could stay here for the night?"

All three of them stared in disbelief, completely thrown off by Kristian's bold request.

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"Mina and Sheila are young women; it's simply improper to have a man in the house overnight,” Hugh finally

blurted out, his voice shaking slightly with anger. “I must insist you look elsewhere."

Kristian simply gave a small nod. "Alright then," he said calmly.

Without another word, he turned to leave.

Before his divorce, he had never delved into Freya's family or her connections, never stepping foot in Hugh's

home.

Now, despite their separation, he felt a strange pull to bridge the gap he had ignored for so long.

Hugh stood by the doorway, frowning as he watched Kristian disappear into the night. That was it? He left that

easily? Was he really that compliant?

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Snapping back to the present, he caught the intense gazes of Freya and Ethel fixed on him.

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"What-What's going on?" Hugh stammered, his voice laced with bewilderment. "You should never engage with

him," Ethel declared, her lips curling into a pout as she launched into her grievances against Kristian. "He's too

manipulative!"

Freya, who had been eyeing the neatly stacked gifts with a discernible scowl, chimed in, "Have someone return

these immediately."

Without hesitation, Hugh set about making the necessary arrangements.

However, Kristian seemed to have foreseen their plan. No sooner had he climbed into the car than he instructed

Gerard to drive off, effectively thwarting their attempt to return the gifts.

A pang of guilt washed over Hugh as he gazed at the unclaimed presents. "What should we do with these now?"

Freya's response was as serene as the quiet before a storm. "Once he's settled in Alerith, we can send them to

his new place," she suggested crisply. "If he dares to show up here again, keep the doors shut."

"Alright," Hugh said with a quiet nod, his voice steady.

Freya returned the nod and turned to head upstairs.

"Mina!" Hugh's voice cracked the air, causing her to halt.

Freya stopped mid-step, glancing over her shoulder with a composed tone. "What is it?"

"Do you... still have feelings for him?" Hugh asked carefully, searching her expression. He wasn't trying to pry

-he just didn't want her getting hurt all over again. “What do you actually feel about him now?"

"No, | don't have feelings for him," Freya responded without hesitation, her tone clear and unwavering.

In those six months, whatever tenderness she'd once felt had slowly faded away.

She was certain now-there was nothing left in her heart for Kristian.

As Freya's figure receded into the distance, Hugh's worry deepened. He turned to Ethel, seeking confirmation.

"Do you think she genuinely dislikes him, or is she perhaps guarding her heart against more pain?"

Ethel's confidence was unwavering as she replied, "She really doesn't like him." "Why do you say that?" Hugh

pressed, seeking deeper insight.

"Because she's my sister," Ethel answered without hesitation, her voice laced with the pure, earnest honesty

only someone young and untainted could possess.

Freya had always been refreshingly blunt. If she liked someone, she'd say it without batting an eye; if she didn't,

she wouldn't sugarcoat her feelings. Pretending or playing games had never been in her nature.

"What if Kristian shows up again?" Hugh asked, anxiety tightening his brows. "He's not the type to just walk

away. You know he doesn't give up that easily."

"He still believes Freya's single, and that gives him a reason to keep going," Ethel said, her expression sincere.

"As long as there's a sliver of a chance, he'll keep chasing it. But if he finds out she's already with someone else,

he'll back off on his own."

Hugh's worry deepened, his thoughts consumed with concern for Freya. "But.

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thinking about relationships right now," he said, frowning slightly.

Her first marriage-her first love-had left scars too deep to ignore. After that kind

of heartbreak, it made sense that she wouldn't be eager to date again, let alone walk down the aisle.

Ethel, on the other hand, was already several steps ahead, her eyes gleaming with inspiration. "Who says they

have to actually be together?" she said, excitement bubbling in her tone. "Isn't Trent pretty close with her? They

could just fake it."

Hugh's eyes suddenly lit up, a spark of realization flickering in them. Why hadn't that occurred to him?

Unbeknownst to him, Freya was also mulling over the sidea.

Given Kristian's persistent nature, once he showed up, it was only a matter of tbefore he returned.

Locked doors wouldn't stop him-he'd find sother way to get inside, one way or another.

She hated having her peace disrupted like this, but dodging him altogether felt like a lost cause. All she ever

wanted was a quiet, uneventful life, far from chaos and confrontation.

With that thought weighing on her mind, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

At the stime, inside Kristian's car, Gerard stole glances through the rearview mirror, his voice cautious as he

inquired, "Sir, how did things go with Ms. Briggs's father?"

"Cancel Liam's black card," Kristian responded curtly, his tone final, leaving no room for questions.

Gerard hesitated, piecing together the outcome. It didn't go great, huh?

Composing himself, he replied, "Understood."

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Kristian, his fingers absently brushing against his phone, contemplated Freya's recent decision to remove him

from her blacklist. His thoughts were interrupted as he commanded, "Go visit the Price family."

"The Price family?" Gerard echoed, his surprise evident in his tone.

Kristian nodded, a solemn hush falling over him as the car hummed beneath them.

Gerard didn't press him for answers and simply kept driving. The second he laid eyes on Frederick, he instantly

understood what Kristian had in mind. Frederick had never imagined he'd bump into Kristian during one of his

rare trips back home. Fate certainly had a wicked sense of humor.

As Kristian and Gerard stepped into the Price family's residence, the warmth of Frederick's father's greeting

enveloped them, his smile broad and infectious. The moment he found out Kristian had call this way just to

see Frederick, he wasted no tnudging his son, reminding him-again and again-to be gracious and respectful.

Despite agreeing outwardly, Frederick's casual shrug hinted at his internal dismissal of the advice.

Settled into the plush comfort of the living room, the two men delved into conversation.

Frederick, donned in a crisp white sweatshirt that accentuated his youthful exuberance

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nerves with a veneer of casualness.

He ventured first, his voice tinged with a forced lightness, "Mr. Shaw, to what do | owe the pleasure of your visit

today?"

Kristian, leaning forward, his demeanor commanding the room despite his role as

a guest, didn't waste a moment. "How much do you actually know about Freya?"

His tone was direct, almost piercing.

Frederick stiffened, his casual facade crumbling slightly.

"Not much," he admitted, a bit too hastily. "You might want to talk to Trent about her. He's closer to her than |

am."

"Sinde

Kristian's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Sinde neither of us knows much, why don't we explore this together?" His

suggestion, smooth and coaxing, was laced with an earnestness that was hard to ignore. "As her friend, isn't it a

failure on your part not to know even the basics about her?"

Caught off guard, Frederick's mind raced.

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