She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Stop Wasting Your Time

Kristian’s frosty stare landed squarely on Freya’s face the moment those words left her lips, his expression laced with undisguised disbelief. “Really?”

Freya, ever the aesthete, had always held a deep appreciation for good–looking people.

And Kristian knew that better than anyone.

“What’s there to doubt? Haven’t you heard the saying?” she asked, her voice unbothered, her eyes slowly drifting toward him.

Kristian didn’t say a word. He simply stared at her, as though bracing himself for whatever warped reasoning she was about to throw at him.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” Freya said plainly, her features softening into something sincere. “As long as I like someone, I’ll find them attractive no matter how they look.”

“Do you actually believe that?” Kristian asked, dragging the words out with quiet skepticism.

Freya met his gaze and responded without a flicker of hesitation. “Why wouldn’t I believe my own words?” Freya

With that single line, something shifted between them–something strange, tense, and undefined.

A memory flitted through Kristian’s mind–Freya once asking him, “Did you not believe anything I said?”

“Can we exchange contacts?” Cyril asked then, mustering his courage, still visibly uneasy in Kristian’s presence. “So we can keep in touch when we’re back in Alerith.”

“Sure,” Freya said, already reaching into her purse for her phone.

Kristian quietly moved between them, standing directly in front of Cyril. “Eaton is calling you. Shouldn’t you head over?”

Cyril blinked in confusion. He turned his head on instinct, only to see no one there.

“Eaton didn’t call me…” he began, but Kristian had already whisked Freya away.

It dawned on Cyril then–Kristian wasn’t just being protective. Kristian genuinely didn’t want him anywhere near Freya

Kristian held Freya’s hand openly, guiding her across the hotel lobby into a quiet side corridor tucked away from the crowd

Freya tugged against his grip, but his hold was unrelenting, his fingers clamped so tightly around hers it felt like they might snap her bones. If it hadn’t been Lionel’s grand birthday celebration, she might’ve lost it right then and there.

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What an absolute brute. It hurt like hell.

With a heavy thud, Kristian shoved her against the corridor wall, boxing her in.

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There wasn’t a soul in sight, and the distance from the main hall meant no one would hear even if things escalated.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Freya scowled, wincing as her back throbbed from the impact.

“Do you really like that boyish Cyril?” Kristian snapped, irritation bubbling beneath his calm façade.

He had convinced himself that after everything, he owed Freya an apology–he should go along with her wishes, stop pushing her.

But it was clear now–he had miscalculated. Whether he treated her right or not, she would still rather talk to some stranger like Cyril than give him the time of day.

If this kept up, she’d never agree to remarry him.

“What I like or dislike has nothing to do with you,” Freya shot back, completely fed up. “And in what role are you asking?”

Kristian faltered.

Freya pressed on, “As my ex–husband? Or someone hoping to start over?”

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t speak to me again?” Kristian asked, his voice dropping to a low, bitter chill.

Freya stayed silent. He really was losing it.

She didn’t want to waste another minute in his presence. “Step aside.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Kristian said stubbornly, his eyes fixed on hers.

“I don’t owe you an answer,” Freya said coolly, her patience nearly gone. “And if you don’t move, I won’t hold back.”

The place was deserted, after all.

Her outfit might not have been ideal for a fight, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t throw down if she had to.

“Try me,” Kristian challenged, his jaw tight.

Freya swung her arm to punch him, but he caught her hand in a flash.

Without missing a beat, she lifted her leg to kick him, but he pivoted, dodging just in time.

“Today’s Lionel’s birthday. I don’t want to cause a scene here,” Freya warned, always one to respect her elders. “You’d better know when to quit.”

“You talk like you’re on some moral high ground, just to hide the fact that your heart’s already somewhere else,” Kristian said, knowing she wasn’t that kind of woman–but that didn’t mean he wanted to let her walk away so easily.

Even if it meant arguing. Even if it meant fighting. He needed there to be something–anything–between them. Freya looked at him like he was some kind of idiot and shot back, “Even if I have changed my heart, at least I

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didn’t start seeing someone else before the divorce papers were signed.”

“I’m not in touch with her anymore,” Kristian muttered, his voice clipped, his lips barely moving

“That’s only because she doesn’t want you. If she’d come back just for you, if the terminal illness thing was actually true,” Freya retorted. “wouldn’t you already be hitched to her by now?”

Kristian’s brows knit together, the depth of her words settling into his features.

And then he asked, “Does that really matter to you?”

Freya didn’t respond.

She truly couldn’t bear being near someone so utterly clueless.

She genuinely couldn’t fathom how someone like him had been raised by people as wise and kind as Isaac, Melinda, and Lionel.

“There’s no use continuing this conversation,” she said flatly, done with the whole mess. “I have nothing left to say to you.”

If it weren’t for the man she needed to catch, she would’ve cut ties with Kristian completely.

Yet even now, she still hadn’t figured out why that man had chosen Kristian as a target.

“I can make things right for what happened before,” Kristian offered, clutching her arm, his tall frame radiating an intense, heavy presence. “You don’t have to carry that weight alone…”

“Kristian,” Freya interrupted him sharply.

His eyes immediately locked on her.

“I’ll say this one last time. What happened before is beyond compensation,” she said, her voice steely, her usual composure now edged with seriousness. “No matter what you do, I’m not remarrying you.