She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Want To Sit

And Talk

About an hour later, Farrah showed up, her trench coat hugging her frame. Her long brown hair gleamed softly beneath the evening lights.

She was swiftly ushered inside by the vigilant bodyguards stationed at the entrance. The only reason she dared to traverse the winding roads to this secluded villa at such a late hour was a brief, confirming phone call— Trent had indeed been referring to her dear friend Freya.

“Good evening, Seymour.” Farrah greeted with a poised smile, her eyes meeting Trent’s as he opened the door to welcome her.

Trent, a titan in the legal world, commanded respect and admiration—a fact Farrah was keenly aware of.

“Freya is inside,” Trent replied, his voice low and considerate, careful not to use Freya’s intimate nickname, Mina, in the presence of others. “She’s had a bit too much to drink, I’m afraid. Could you look after her for a while?”

“Of course,” Farrah responded without hesitation.

As she stepped through the door after him, her thoughts swirled with curiosity about Freya’s well–being and whether Trent might be the one Freya had gone off and married without telling anyone.

Her thoughts crumbled to dust when she saw the man carefully tending to Freya, bringing her steps to an abrupt halt.

Kristian?

“Freya…” Farrah froze in the living room, her thoughts tripping over themselves, trying to make sense of it all. At the sound of Farrah’s voice, Freya’s head snapped up. Her expression remained unreadable, yet her eyes sparkled with an unusual intensity.

The moment Freya spotted Farrah, she sprang from her seat and dashed across the room, her arms wide open. “Farrah!” she exclaimed, burying herself in Farrah’s embrace.

Farrah was utterly dumbstruck.

As she returned Freya’s hug, her mind raced to catch up with the evening’s surreal turn of events.

The notion that she, of all people, would encounter the enigmatic Kristian and the elusive Trent in one night seemed beyond belief. Who would ever believe a story like that?

“What’s happening?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned into Freya.

Freya let out a deep sigh, her breath warm against Farrah’s ear. “I can’t bear the thought of sharing a bed with

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him, he’s just too stiff,” she admitted, seeking solace in Farrah’s steady presence. “It’s you I wanted to be with tonight, not him.”

Farrah’s response was a stunned silence..

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. “Who are you talking about?”

“Kristian Shaw,” Freya answered, her tone sharp and clear.

Farrah’s eyes involuntarily darted across the room to the man in the sleek black suit, whose presence seemed to chill the air around him.

In that moment, the pieces fell into place.

Kristian—the very man Freya had alluded to earlier, desperate for a divorce to return to his old flame.

“Good evening, Mr. Shaw,” Farrah managed to say, infusing her greeting with a veneer of politeness.

Kristian nodded, his gaze piercing. “Take good care of her,” he commanded, his voice laden with a commanding

chill. “If you need help with ang, don’t hesitate to reach out to me.”

Though his disdain for Farrah was palpable, it was clear that his primary concern was Freya’s wellbeing.

Farrah gave a small nod of acknowledgment.

After inquiring about which bedroom Freya would use for the night, Farrah guided her upstairs with a gentle hand on her elbow.

Thankfully, Freya wasn’t completely overtaken by alcohol this time. Once Farrah had helped her into the shower and ensured she was settled, they both retreated to the comforting silence of sleep.

Downstairs, the two men in the living room remained seated, each lost in his own contemplation.

The tension was palpable, hanging thick in the air like a fog. The standoff continued until the clock struck one in the morning.

It was then that Trent finally conceded to the night, his footsteps heavy as he trudged upstairs.

The fact that Farrah hadn’t come out suggested Freya was already fast asleep.

As the sound of Trent’s door closing echoed through the house, Liam made his appearance from a room on the first floor. Dressed in dark pajamas, his hair was tousled and unruly, a clear sign of having just been in bed.

Kristian, who had been simmering in a stew of his own frustrations, felt his temper flare anew at the sight of

Liam

“Chill out,” Liam remarked, his voice a tired drawl as he shuffled across the room in his slippers and collapsed onto the sofa. “It’s bad for your nerves to get worked up.”

“And you know about that?” Kristian’s voice crackled with barely contained fury, his hands itching to throw a punch

After everything Liam had instigated tonight, Kristian thought it might be more satisfying to hurl him out the

window.

Liam just chuckled a low, irritating sound–and scooted closer on the sofa. “I’m only looking out for you,

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Kristian Don’t you see that?”

Kristian’s gaze, dark and intense, pinned Liam with a mix of disbelief and irritation. It was as if he couldn’t believe Liam had the audacity to keep a straight face while saying something so absurd.

“Now that we’re alone.” Liam leaned in, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “How did it really hit you? Finding out Freya’s heart still harbors shadows of her first love?”

A flicker of curiosity danced across Liam’s features, his eyes probing for the truth.

Meanwhile, Kristian, with a practiced nonchalance, poured himself a glass of wine and knocked it back in one swift gulp. “I felt nothing.” he answered aloofly.

“You’re just putting on a show,” Liam countered swiftly, his tone tinged with certainty. “If it truly didn’t matter to you, why did you press her to reveal her first love’s name, age, and job during our game?”

Kristian was momentarily speechless, his annoyance with Liam escalating rapidly.

“Sometimes, facing your emotions is the only way forward.” Liam pressed on, his voice steady and insightful.

The point of tonight’s setup was to push Kristian to recognize his feelings for Freya. His reaction during the first love segment proved her unresolved past bothered him more than he’d admit.

Raising the stakes, Liam challenged him. “What if her first love returned this very moment, asking her to leave you and marry him? What then?”

“She wouldn’t dare,” Kristian snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously cold.

“Why wouldn’t she?” Liam delivered this piercing truth with his characteristic nonchalance, his voice as laid- (back as a Sunday morning. “You were ready to leave her for your old flame. Isn’t it only fair she considers the

same?”

Kristian’s response was a silent, icy stare that seemed to lower the temperature of the room.

After a tense moment, he muttered, “That’s not the same thing”

“Whatever you say,” Liam replied with a nonchalant shrug, dismissing the heavy air as if it were nothing more than a passing cloud. “Anyway, the planning for Grandpa’s 80th birthday party is underway. If you want to prevent her from divorcing you just yet, you should mention it to her tomorrow morning.”

With those final words, Liam retreated to his room, leaving a trail of unsettled thoughts behind him.

Alone in the living room, which was as brightly lit as midday, Kristian sank deeper into the sofa. The weight of Liam’s words pressed on him, stoking the embers of irritation within.

He loosened his tie in a futile attempt to ease the mounting pressure.

By three in the morning, exhaustion had claimed him, and he had drifted into an uneasy slumber on the sofa.