She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 190

Chapter 190 A Setup

However, just because Freya wasn't in the mood to talk didn't mean Felipe planned on keeping quiet.

Noticing her blatant disregard, he took a long, deliberate stride forward and stepped right into her path. "Can we

talk?"

"Talk about what?" Freya wasn't exactly warm to most people.

"Farrah." Felipe let the nfall from his lips, his voice edged with urgency.

He had spent the last two weeks scouring the city, yet he hadn't found so much as a whisper of where Farrah

had gone.

Now, Freya grasped the truth behind the old saying-birds of a feather flock together. Kristian was a jerk. So was

Felipe.

"I've searched everywhere," Felipe said with a forced composure, though it was clear he was biting down on

something bitter. "I just want to know where she is."

"I don't know." Freya's reply ccold and clipped.

Those three little words tested every ounce of Felipe's patience. "Don't try me."

"What are you going to do about it?" Freya snapped, her frustration bubbling over, with no real outlet. "Hit me?"

That shut him up. He stood there, thrown off completely. Did Kristian have a thing for being emotionally

steamrolled? Why else would he marry someone this formidable?

Felipe, a fully grown man, stood there at a loss-struck dumb by Freya's verbal onslaught.

He felt absolutely humiliated.

"I don't believe in hitting women," he muttered, trying to claw back sdignity. "I'm only here to ask where

Farrah is. She's my wife. | have the right to know."

"And then what?" Freya countered smoothly.

"Where is she? Where have you hidden her?" Felipe's tone hardened. He was sure Freya had something to do

with it.

Freya had zero intention of entertaining that. "Farrah is a person, not a misplaced suitcase. I'm not hiding her."

"Then why is she gone?" His temper started to crack.

"You should be asking yourself that," Freya tossed it right back. "Why'd she leave Jeucwell? Have no clue at all?"

"You pushed her."

Felipe clung to that belief with maddening persistence.

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All he wanted was to know where Farrah was, to talk to her-just to make her understand how dangerous it would

be to keep the baby.

Freya was done. She turned on her heel to leave, not even bothering with the restroom anymore.

Felipe blocked her again, his stance solid. "Today, you're tellingwhere she is- or else..."

"Or else what?" Freya didn't flinch.

Farrah needed peace, especially now. If she gave Felipe any information, it would rob Farrah of that completely.

Any shock, any careless move from him could break Farrah again-and Freya wasn't letting that happen.

"You think | won't touch you just because you're a member of the Briggs family?" Felipe suddenly changed

tracks, voice colder now, eyes glinting with something

new.

He had only learned of her identity that evening. It baffled him-this woman, so fierce and sharp-edged, was the

soft-spoken Ethel's sister?

It was unbelievable.

Freya couldn't care less about his wounded pride. "Yes."

And just like that, Felipe nearly boiled over.

But she was right. There was nothing he could do.

He couldn't outfight her, outwit her, or outmatch her family's clout.

"If you really want to see her, then wait a few months," Freya said coolly,

remembering Farrah's mention of a divorce. "She'll reach out."

Normally, a man couldn't file for divorce during pregnancy. But the woman? She could.

And considering Felipe had tried to force Farrah into terminating the pregnancy, the court would be in her favor,

no doubt.

Divorce hadn't even crossed Felipe's mind. Freya's words caught him off guard. "She wants to see me?"

"She just needs time-to think, to breathe," Freya replied, choosing not to spell it out.

That alone made Felipe pause. He assumed, perhaps rightly, that his behavior had been too much of a shock.

Maybe she just wasn't ready yet.

That thought gave him the smallest piece of relief.

If she still wanted to see him eventually, then he could wait.

"Take care of her for now," Felipe said, his eyes locking onto Freya. "If you need anything, tell me.

"No need," Freya replied flatly, brushing past him without another glance.

If she were being honest, her only request would have been for him to stay away from Farrah altogether.

But she didn't say it. She knew it would only trigger another round of arguments. One Kristian was more than

enough she didn't need a second version.

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Felipe watched her walk away. Once her figure disappeared down the corridor, he pulled out his phone, scrolling

through his old messages with Farrah.

Each one had failed to deliver. She had blocked him.

He couldn't even figure out how things had spiraled this far.

It hadn't always been like this.

After leaving, Freya finally made her way to the second-floor restroom in the hotel. As she stood there, she made

a quiet decision: unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn't step foot in Jeucwell again. Not even for Lionel. She'd

stay in touch online.

She and Kristian were divorced. When it cto personal ties, that meant she owed nothing to his family

anymore.

With that in mind, Freya exhaled slowly, the air catching in her chest like it had been stuck there all night. She

moved to the sink, tried a few of the automatic faucets-all broken. She finally turned to a manual one.

But the moment she touched it, a violent burst of water cflying out, soaking her instantly.

Had she not jumped back, she would've been drenched from head to toe.

After examining the faucet's excessive water pressure, she went to find hotel staff and report the issue.

"I'm terribly sorry for the trouble, ma'am," the staff member said, apologizing

sincerely before rushing to get someone to handle it.

Freya waved it off. They then offered her a room to dry her hair.

Seeing her damp clothes, they brought her something fresh to change into and

even asked if she needed help drying her original outfit.

Thinking she'd need it the next morning, Freya handed over her coat.

Once the staff left, a change flickered through her eyes-calm, but calculating.

Faucets at a hotel like this didn't just malfunction. Not all of them. And especially not during such a high-profile

birthday banquet.

No, this wasn't an accident. Someone had set this up.

Just as that realization settled in her mind, a faint scent drifted through the air- subtle, fragrant. Freya sniffed

twice, narrowing her eyes.

She glanced around the suite, trying to track down the source, but before she could get far, the half-open door

creaked wider. And there he was. Kristian. Standing in the doorway like he owned the moment.

Freya's brows drew together instantly at the sight of him.

Kristian stepped inside, calm and unreadable. "Where are you hurt?"

Freya blinked. Hurt?

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