She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Kristian Went To Alerith

Kristian lingered in the chair, the crisp lines of his tailored suit lending an air of detachment to his presence. As Frederick stepped in, Kristian inquired, “Ready to tell me now?”

“Ready

“Why are you so adamant about Freya unblocking you?” Frederick launched into the conversation.

A quick glance toward Kristian betrayed Gerard’s unease.

His gut churned with the premonition that Kristian’s forthcoming words would be anything but comforting

“It’s I who should cut ties, not her,” Kristian declared, his eyes turbulent with raw emotion. “She shouldn’t have the power to block me.”

Ideally, if someone were to be blocked, it would be him initiating it. Furthermore, Freya hadn’t been honest from the very beginning.

Gerard found himself at a loss for words.

Frederick deemed Kristian’s stance somewhat immature. “Why not just delete her? Then you’d be the one ending things.”

Kristian just gazed at him in response.

He uttered no word, nor did his expression turn threatening, yet the intensity in his silence was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

“If you truly desire Freya to unblock you, you must first prove your worth to her,” Frederick said earnestly. “As things stand, she won’t be persuaded otherwise.”

Kristian’s eyes narrowed. How had someone as uninspiring as this become Freya’s friend?

Frederick hesitated, his voice trailing off. “Not to mention…” He pondered whether to divulge more.

Impatient, Kristian pressed on, “Not to mention what?”

“You are Freya’s ex–husband,” Frederick blurted out, then quickly averted his gaze, nervously scratching his cheek. He continued, his voice lowering. “She has a strict rule about past relationships–an ex should be someone you never hear from again.”

Kristian’s interest piqued, he queried sharply, “What about her first love? Did they cut off all ties after their breakup?”

He recalled Freya mentioning a similar idea.

Yet, he vividly remembered a party hosted by Liam where Freya, having lost a game, was asked to call her first love. Her reaction was quite revealing.

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Instead of making the call, she decided to accept punishment, knocking back three glasses in a row.

During their two years of marriage, Freya seldom touched alcohol, only doing so when absolutely necessary.

Was her excessive drinking that night due to her steadfast rule, or did it stem from a deep–seated scar left by that first love?

As these thoughts swirled in his head, Kristian felt a constriction in his cheat.

Perhaps her phone still contained that first love’s number, or maybe she had etched it into her memory.

Frederick’s brow furrowed in bewilderment. Freya’s first love? The idea that Freya might have harbored a past romance puzzled him deeply.

He squinted, disbelief etching his features as he inquired, “Who exactly mentioned Freya had a first love?”

Kristian’s emotions swirled chaotically upon hearing this.

He pressed on, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. “And what about Charlie?”

Frederick’s response came laced with surprise. “Charlie? Who on earth is that?”

His caution was palpable; he was wary of making unfounded statements.

The talk of a first love and someone named Charlie was news to him. Was it possible Freya had fabricated such elaborate stories?

Kristian

suddenly realized why his stomach churned when he saw Trent with Freya, yet he felt merely annoyed when Frederick was with her.

To Freya, Trent was more than just a friend; he was privy to her deepest stories about a first love and Charlie -stories that were a mystery to Frederick.

“Can you clarify Trent’s connection to Freya for me?” Kristian asked once more, his voice carrying a note of urgency.

“They are merely close friends,” Frederick explained, his mind ticking over as he considered his words. “They have a shared history of growing up together, their families are intertwined. Their friendship is genuine and longstanding.”

“Hand him back his phone,” commanded Kristian, his tone authoritative.

Obediently, Gerard returned the phone.

Kristian’s mood was sour, his tone icy as he dismissed him with a wave. “You can leave now.”

“Huh?” Frederick’s face contorted into a look of confusion. Was he truly being dismissed, just like that?

Gerard, ever the diplomat, gave Frederick a subtle nod, urging him to exit.

Reluctantly, Frederick turned to leave, glancing back in disbelief every few paces, struggling to make sense of Kristian’s unexpected behavior.

Yet, the relief of no longer facing interrogation or threats seemed to lift his spirits, and his steps grew lighter.

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After escorting Frederick out, Gerard made his way back to Kristian’s office.

A strong gut feeling washed over him, he sensed that Kristian had something serious on his mind.

And he was right.

As Gerard stepped into the office, Kristian was quick to outline his plans. “Get everything ready over the next two days. We’re setting off for Alerith on the fifth.”

“To Alerith?” Gerard echoed, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Kristian leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. “There’s no need for me to concern myself with

Jeucwell anymore. Our branch in Alerith negls more nurturing,” he declared,

Gerard’s response was a silent nod. Would anyone really swallow such a flimsy pretext? After all, the major operations in Alerith had always been directly under Kristian’s tight control.

Whether it was Jeucwell, Alerith, or any international venture, the subsidiaries of Shaw Group had flourished without needing any overt interference.

“Don’t you want to come along?” Kristian inquired, a note of concern in his voice as he noticed Gerard’s prolonged silence.

Gerard, among all the secretaries and assistants, had always been the one Kristian felt most comfortable with Nevertheless, he wouldn’t press Gerard to accompany him to Alerith if his heart wasn’t in it.

With a heavy sigh that confirmed his apprehensions, Gerard finally spoke. “I’m your assistant: I go where you go.”

“Let’s not beat around the bush,” Kristian said, cutting straight to the point.

Gerard frowned slightly, his worries evident. “I don’t really belong in Alerith, and besides, the cost of living there is exorbitant.”

“No worries, I’ll gift you an apartment once we get there,” Kristian assured him with a decisive nod.

“Thank you!” Gerard responded, a weight lifting from his shoulders. His resolve hardened; he was ready to tackle any challenges that lay ahead. “I’ll secure our flights for the fifth and start coordinating with our Alerith branch about the work transition.”

“Sounds good,” Kristian responded, his tone even and unfazed.