She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Kristian Was

Drugged

Tm hurt?" Freya asked.

"A staff member said you fell earlier, and it looked serious." Kristian had crunning the moment he got wind

of it.

Freya stiffened, then suddenly pieced it all together.

Just as she opened her mouth to tell him, "You've been tricked," the door

slammed shut with a sharp bang. A figure in black-masked, hat pulled low-stood behind it.

The noise snapped Kristian's head around.

In that fleeting instant, something clicked. "You're okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Freya replied, her voice as composed as ever.

Hearing that, Kristian's shoulders eased slightly, and he turned back to the door, trying to open it.

(Freya's gaze fixed on the door. If Kristian actually managed to open it, she'd be stunned.

As expected, he yanked at it a few times, but it was sealed tight.

Kristian's brow furrowed. This room was more isolated than the others. Everyone else was downstairs on the first

floor. Even if he pounded on the door, no one would hear a thing.

After a beat, he pulled out his phone to call for help-only to find he had no signal. Freya caught on too,

"No signal," Kristian muttered, his face clouding over.

"It's probably that man behind Ashley making his move," Freya said steadily. At most, they'd be stuck in here for

two or three hours.

Once the banquet downstairs ended and her father noticed her absence, he'd clooking.

It was just a matter of riding out a few hours in the sspace as someone she didn't exactly care for.

Kristian slipped his phone back into his pocket and started searching the room. Freya joined him. No signal

meant something was jamming it.

Still, if this was the handiwork of that man, the device wouldn't be easy to find. He was too meticulous to leave

anything behind.

Even if they suspected him, finding solid proof was nearly impossible.

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They scoured the room in focused silence for ten minutes. Then, suddenly, a flush

of heat surged through Kristian's body. He instinctively shrugged off his jacket and loosened the top two buttons

of his shirt.

But the heat refused to relent.

He paced a bit, then walked over to the air conditioner and lowered the temperature.

Freya watched him with a faint frown. Was it really that warm?

Five more minutes crawled by.

Kristian wasn't just overheating now-something deeper, wilder, more uncontrollable was surging through him. It

felt...

Wait

A sick realization hit him.

He froze, focusing inward. His face darkened. He'd been drugged-without even realizing it.

"Freya," he called, voice low and magnetic, thick with an edge he didn't mean to have.

Freya turned, her wide eyes ringed with lashes, curious and watchful. She caught the look in his eyes and her

brows creased. "What is it?"

"Do you feel anything strange in your system?" Kristian asked, his voice raspier now, as the heat inside him

threatened to overwhelm him.

Freya blinked.

Her body had always had a higher tolerance for drugs, so her reaction was slower.

Other than the odd scent she'd noticed when she first stepped inside, nothing had felt off-she'd been too focused

on tracking the source of the signal block.

Seeing that she seemed fine, Kristian gave a warning. "Grab a towel, wet it, and cover your nose and mouth Try

not to breathe the air directly."

It wouldn't fix everything, but it was something.

Freya hesitated, noticing the flushed color in his cheeks.

"Go," Kristian urged, his voice low, eyes growing darker by the second.

Freya pulled a mask from her purse, went into the bathroom, dampened it, wrung it out, and slipped it on. The

strange scent in the room faded almost instantly.

Once she stepped out, Kristian moved toward her.

Freya opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but he stopped just in front of her. His voice was rough

almost unfamiliar. "No matter what happens, don't come

in."

Freya frowned.

"If you ignoreand | lose control and something happens, that'll be on you." Without waiting for a response,

Kristian turned and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

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Chapter 191 Kristian Was Drugged

A moment later, the sound of running water echoed through the room.

Freya instantly understood what he meant.

But if he'd been drugged like that, a cold shower wouldn't do much, would it? Kristian proved her right soon

enough.

The icy water only cooled his skin-his body burned hotter than ever. The desire surged stronger than it had an

their wedding night. It was relentless, maddening.

But one thing rang clear through it all. He couldn't touch Freya. No matter how much they fought, how deep their

resentment ran-she wasn't his wife anymore. He couldn't cross that line.

"Kristian." Freya's voice, calm and cool, floated through the door and sliced through the chaos in his head

To him, her voice was both salvation and torture.

Memories rose like a flood. He couldn't afford to lose control-he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

He clenched his fists, teeth gritted, and growled, "Don't talk!"

What a foolish woman. Didn't she understand that silence was the only way to stay safe?

"Open the door," Freya said, her tone unshakable.

Kristian felt himself unraveling. Why couldn't she just listen?

He knew exactly what would happen. If he opened that door, if he laid eyes on her-the beast would win

Freya knocked on the door when he didn't reply.

She knocked again. And again. For two whole minutes. Inside, Kristian battled with himself

Finally, when he could barely hold on, he ground out, "Are you ready to deal with the consequences if | open this

door?"

If she was going to insist, then he wouldn't stop.

"Just open the door. Stop wasting time," Freya said, her brows knitting together.

At that, the bathroom door flung open. Kristian stood there in a loose bathrobe, breath ragged, eyes blazing with

heat.

The second he saw Freya's delicate, flushed face, something inside him snapped.

He took a step forward, mind blank except for one raging impulse.

But before he could act, Freya struck hard at the back of his head.

There was a dull thud, and Kristian crumpled to the floor-unconscious.

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