She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 75 It's Just A Kiss

Freya hesitated, her expression unreadable. After a tense moment, she answered with her familiar detached calm, "There's nothing to talk about."

Kristian disagreed, a playful yet determined glint in his eye as he offered her a glass of water, effectively blocking her way. "Oh, I think there's a lot to talk about," he insisted, his voice tinged with curiosity. "For starters, who was your first love?" Freya's response was a measured silence, her lips pressed tightly together. Undeterred, Kristian pressed further. "Did you actually have feelings for him, or was it just a fleeting thing?"

"Do you really care?" Freya's retort was sharp, a challenge thrown.

Having spent so much time with Kristian, she knew how to get under his skin and make him speechless.

This time, his comeback was swift, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm genuinely interested in the person who's haunted your thoughts all these years."

"I see," Freya replied, her tone flat but her mind racing.

Kristian's brow furrowed in confusion. That was it?

Ignoring his perplexity, Freya leaned back against the table, the soft light catching her eyes and accentuating her striking features. She delivered her next words slowly, each syllable dripping with irony. "He was someone a lot like you."

Kristian's expression flickered from confusion to shock.

She continued, a slight smirk playing on her lips, "A complete scumbag.” The color drained from Kristian's face as he realized the depth of her insult. His annoyance was palpable, his jaw setting in frustration.

Freya's voice was light, almost teasing. "If you're really that curious about him, take a good look in the mirror," she suggested with a faint smirk. "You and he could be twins, at least when it comes to breaking hearts."

Kristian's gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as the air around them seemed to chill.

Just when Freya thought he might erupt in anger, he managed to keep his composure, though barely, and asked with a strained voice, "And who exactly is Charlie?"

There was a moment's hesitation on Freya's part.

Charlie, her beloved custom-made stuffed toy, designed to match her childhood habit of needing something to hug at night, was far more innocent than what Kristian might imagine.

Yet, she wasn't about to divulge that.

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Charlie, her beloved custom-made stuffed toy, designed to match her childhood habit of needing something to hug at night, was far more innocent than what Kristian might imagine.

Yet, she wasn't about to divulge that.

"Why the silence? Is it that difficult to tell me?" Kristian's voice was sharp, laced with an anger he hadn't felt in a long time.

Freya straightened up, her back against the cold surface of the table, eyes locked with his, unflinching. "There's nothing difficult about it," she replied indifferently. "Charlie is my bedtime companion.”

The moment the words left her lips, Kristian's jaw clenched, and his thin lips pressed together even tighter. A bedtime companion? The very thought sparked a fury within him that was hard to contain.

Kristian's voice was laced with barely contained fury as he spoke, his words sharp as ice picks. "I never imagined your life was so vibrant before you met me. Perhaps I should invite your companion to share our bed, see how that feels?" Freya recoiled, her heart skipping a beat.

From the shadows, Liam emerged, his presence as quiet as a whisper.

"What's the matter, Kristian? Can't stand the thought?" The accusation hung heavy in the air, making Kristian squirm under Freya's penetrating gaze. "Kristian... when did you start having such strange preferences?" Liam sensed the tension escalating and intervened with a light cough. "If it's men you're interested in, perhaps pursuing a boyfriend would be more appropriate. There's no need to cling to Freya's ex."

Kristian's anger surged, his demeanor frostier than ever. "If you don't want to be thrown out of Jeucwell, then get your ass back to your room."

Liam took the hint, his mouth snapping shut as he retreated and quietly closed the door behind him, resisting the urge to linger.

Unperturbed, Kristian turned back to Freya, his expression unreadable. "So, will you let me sleep with Charlie?" he asked, sounding completely casual.

Freya's cheeks grew warm, a flush spreading across her skin.

How could he propose such a thing so calmly, using that devastatingly handsome face that seemed crafted by divine hands?noveldrama

To anyone watching, it would appear as if he was talking to her about something important.

Kristian's brow furrowed as he caught the flicker of discomfort on Freya's face. His annoyance morphed into a fierce, almost overwhelming rage. "Can't bear to part with your precious companion?" he snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Charlie is just not right for you," Freya replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The image of a tall, muscular man clutching a stuffed toy to sleep was ludicrous to her.

Kristian, seething with fury, felt a sharp pang in his heart. Did she really believe he wanted to sleep with Charlie at night?

No, his curiosity was piqued about who could have captured her attention so completely.

if he ever discovered who dared to encroach on what he considered his, he would banish them from Jeucwell and Alerith, ensuring they never crossed paths with Freya again.

"How long have you been sleeping with him?" Kristian's voice was tinged with a blend of jealousy and disbelief. Despite himself, the thought of Freya returning to someone else's embrace after their impending divorce pressed down on him like a ton of bricks.

He wanted to demand what right she had to call him a scumbag when she had someone she could crawl into bed with whenever she pleased.

At least he could say he'd never shared a bed with anyone other than her.

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Freya paused, her mind racing through memories. Charlie was a gift she'd bought for herself on her seventeenth birthday.

She was now twenty-four, subtract two years for their marriage, that left five years before.

Kristian was on the verge of losing it. How long had she been sharing her bed with Charlie that she had to count the years?

"Is it really that hard to keep track?" he asked, his voice a menacing growl, echoing through the tense air between them.

Freya was abruptly snapped out of her reverie by his sudden closeness, his face mere inches from hers.

She instinctively recoiled, only to feel the cold edge of a table pressing against her back, trapping her with nowhere else to go.

Kristian, detecting her involuntary withdrawal, felt a surge of irritation that he couldn't quite explain.

Regaining her composure, Freya met his gaze squarely, her voice steady despite the tension. "Didn't you promise not to dwell on my past? That you'd only care about my loyalty after we were married?"

"Are you truly loyal?" Kristian pressed, his voice thick with unspoken emotions.

He couldn't forget that moment when Trent had asked her if she preferred to sleep alone or with Kristian, and she had impulsively exclaimed her preference for sleeping with Charlie, claiming it was simply more comfortable.

What did Charlie have that lingered in her mind, unshakeable even after her two years of marriage?

Kristian remembered all too well how she was drawn to striking appearances.

"Yes," Freya responded firmly, her reply a sharp contrast to the turmoil brewing between them.

"Freya, you're the real scumbag here," Kristian spat bitterly, his frustration mounting. The more he probed, the more his discomfort grew. "Every night, as you lie beside me, your thoughts wander to Charlie, don't they?" That was a harsh truth Freya could not deny, even if just to herself.

She had spent five years falling asleep next to Charlie; adjusting to its absence in her bed since her marriage had been a struggle she hadn't anticipated. Kristian's voice simmered with barely restrained fury as he declared, "We are even." His chest heaved with anger, painful lump forming in his throat. "If you dare bring those two around after the divorce, I can't promise they'll leave my sight unscathed."

Freya's response was dismissive, her tone dripping with condescension. "So childish."

Kristian stood mere inches from Freya, his irritation possibly fueled by her recent nights spent with Charlie, or perhaps it was the raw, possessive longing that gnawed at him. When Freya made her remark, something snapped in Kristian. He couldn't resist; he dipped his head, his lips seeking hers in a sudden, impulsive kiss.

His lips held a strange blend of icy chill and gentle warmth.

Deep within, the beast that he had caged for so long clawed at its confines, nearly breaking free.

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Caught off guard, Freya didn't anticipate his advance. As his warmth enveloped her, a few seconds lapsed before her mind could process the sensation.

Her delayed reaction only fueled the fervor in Kristian. Grasping the back of her head gently, he deepened the kiss his passion mounting

Just as he was poised to take things further, Freya shoved him back forcefully, gasping for air. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her heart racing, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

Frantically, she wiped her lips, her eyes brimming with a storm of emotions.

"It's just a kiss between a husband and his wife," Kristian retorted, his gaze intense as he watched her lips, his voice rough with desire. A subtle movement rippled through his throat. "What else would it be?"

Freya's anger flared, yet she found herself at a loss for words in the moment.

After dabbing at her lips a few more times, she fixed him with a stern look. "You're

with Ashley now," she stated icily. "Don't kiss me with lips that have touched

another woman. It's utterly disgusting."

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