She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 8 [II 0 < Chapter 8 Are You Impotent With Frederick's messages finally answered, Freya dialed Trent's number, but the call refused to connect.

With the beep of a failed connection still ringing in her ears, she decided on a proactive approach. Tonight, she was scheduled to visit Kristian's family home, and she wanted no unexpected encounters. She tapped out a quick text to Trent. "Once you've arrived in Jeucwell, givea heads-up. We can meet tomorrow." She felt it was wiser to manage the situation herself rather than let Trent surprise her and potentially catch her off guard.

Exhaling a weary sigh, she mulled over her predicaments. Turning down her father's requests was one thing, dealing with Trent was entirely another challenge.

As the clock ticked towards six, she hurriedly changed her outfit and was about to step out when Kristian's driver called her.

She answered swiftly and then rushed out to the waiting car.

To her surprise, Kristian was already inside, looking slightly worn from the day but still undeniably handsome.

His suit was the sone he had worn since noon, now creased, and his hair fell carelessly over his forehead, lending him an effortlessly charming, yet somewhat untamed look.

Freya chose silence as the car glided towards the opulent family estate. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts until they neared the grand gates of his family residence.

Breaking the silence, Kristian's voice cut through the tension, contemplative and a bit uneasy. "If my mom asks why you don't like me, what will you say?" Freya met their gaze and replied without flinching, "The truth." "Freya," he called her name, a note of caution in his tone.

"Hmm?" "If you bring up Ashley, my parents and grandpa will never agree to our divorce." Kristian's sharply defined features hardened, his eyes shadowed with a frosty glint.

Freya regarded his sudden concern with a mix of amusement and confusion. "Who said I was going to bring her up?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

Kristian hesitated, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "What do you mean by that?" "I simply don't like you," Freya stated with disarming frankness, her tone light but cutting. "Spending you feels pointless-I'm just not interested." On 0.0% +x 15:32 ||| 0< Chapter 8 Are You Impotent While her mind lingered on thoughts of Trent, Freya had little interest in dragging out a nonsense debate with Kristian Despite Kristian's efforts to brush off her words as mere spur-the-moment anger, her earnest expression conveyed her true feelings-she genuinely disliked him now. This harsh truth gnawed at him, stirring a blend of irritation and a profound, aching feeling he couldn't quite define "We've reached our destination," the driver announced as he swung open the car door.

Stepping out into the crisp evening, Kristian was about to remind Freya of their facade to avoid any talk of divorce when she smoothly took his arm, her actions belying her earlier detachment. "Let's go," she said flatly. Kristian was momentarily dumbstruck As they walked towards their destination, he couldn't help but feel that Freya had been playing the fool, expertly masking her true intentions from him all this time.

The expansive grounds of the Shaw estate unfurled like a regal tapestry, leading them through a lush courtyard and up to the imposing facade of the main building By the tthey arrived, it was apparent they were the last to enter, the rest of the family had already gathered.

It was to be a small family dinner, intimate with the presence of only Kristian's parents, his grandfather, and the butler aside from the couple themselves.

As they stepped into the dining room, a chorus of heartfelt greetings enveloped them.

Melinda Shaw, Kristian's mother, with her arms open and a bright smile, ushered Freya to sit beside her, where they soon fell into easy, lively conversation.

From the other end of the table, Kristian watched the scene unfold, his brow knitting together in a slight frown. A nagging sense of foreboding washed over him. This divorce wasn't going to be smooth sailing "Gorman, please set the dinner," Lionel Shaw, Kristian's grandfather, commanded with an authoritative wave of his hand.

"Understood," the butler responded smoothly.

Before long, the table was a vibrant display of culinary delights, each dish more inviting than the last.

Dinner started off light and pleasant, but Lionel's subtle cough hinted he had something heavier to say. "You've been married a while now... isn't it about tto start a family?" he inquired, his gaze piercing across the table.

Kristian, maintaining his composure, responded with practiced calmness, "There's no rush, Grandpa.' "Did I ask you?" Lionel's voice carried a sharp edge of displeasure directed squarely at Kristian. "I'm asking Freya." Caught off guard, Kristian fell into a stunned silence.

Freya, pausing to place her fork down gently, met Lionel's gaze before replying, "We're in no rush." Kristian shot her a quick side glance, suspicion flickering in his eyes. Could she seriously be doing this intentionally? "Is Kristian giving you a hard time?" Melinda inquired, her eyes brimming with concern. "Just give us a signal, 22.9% 2 [2 15.32 ||| 0< Chapter 8 Are You Impotent and we'll be right by your side to defend you." "Don't hesitate to speak out if something's wrong. We've got your back," Lionel chimed in, his voire warm with affection for Freya. "My granddaughter deserves nothing less." Caught off guard, Kristian responded with a touch of confusion, "Grandpa, remember I'm your grandson She's merely your granddaughter-in-law." "Is that so?" Lionel retorted playfully yet pointedly. "I almost thought she was my daughter and you were my son- in-law. Freya here, she joinsfor chess and helpswith my meditation. And you? What memorable things have you done forlately?"