Chapter 111:
While she attempted to address concrete issues, he deflected with hypothetical scenarios and false equivalencies.
She shoved him away, her words cutting like glass. “I must be utterly delusional to attempt reasoning with someone so deliberately obtuse.”
Kristian stood speechless, caught off guard by her directness.
Just as she prepared to physically remove him from her home, he strode past her with his long legs and settled onto the sofa as though he owned the property, his posture defiant.
He had arrived with genuine intentions of having a reasonable conversation, acknowledging that Ashley’s approach to Freya had been wildly inappropriate. Yet somehow, upon facing Freya’s disdainful indifference, he found himself deliberately provoking her, speaking words designed to elicit a reaction.
Freya glanced at the man sprawled across her sofa. Experience had taught her that if he truly decided to stay, physical removal wasn’t an option within her capabilities.
This situation hardly warranted calling security or law enforcement. Accepting the inevitable, she returned to the dining table to finish her meal.
Fortunately, her unfussy eating habits meant that even in her agitated state, she could nourish herself according to her body’s requirements.
Meanwhile, Kristian’s irritation mounted as he watched her eat with apparent enjoyment.
He had driven over an hour on an empty stomach, only to arrive and receive not food but a hefty serving of frustration instead. Scowling deeply, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
Gerard, having just completed his own lunch, answered promptly.
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“Bring me lunch,” Kristian commanded without preamble.
Gerard paused, momentarily disoriented, uncertain about Kristian’s location.
After Kristian provided Freya’s address, Gerard responded hesitantly, “It is more than an hour’s drive from the company headquarters.” His mind raced, attempting to understand the unusual request. “Including ordering time, we’re looking at a minimum two-hour delay.”
The clock had already passed twelve-thirty. By the time Kristian received his meal, it would approach three in the afternoon.
“I know,” Kristian replied with surprising nonchalance.
Gerard struggled to reconcile this response with his boss’s notorious punctuality regarding meals. Was this truly the same man who insisted on timely dining whenever possible?
“Perhaps Mrs. Shaw could accompany you to a restaurant?” Gerard suggested diplomatically, aware of Kristian’s aversion to ordinary takeout food. “The quality will suffer considerably during transport.”
“Whatever,” Kristian muttered before terminating the call.
Gerard immediately grasped the situation. Kristian evidently wanted to dine at Freya’s residence but pride prevented him from making the request directly.
They must be engaged in some disagreement, childishly waiting to see who would break the silence first. How remarkably immature!
Freya had just finished clearing her dishes when her phone chimed with a message. “Mr. Shaw hasn’t eaten yet. The ordered meal will take considerable time to arrive. Would you be willing to take him out for lunch?”
Freya typed back without hesitation, “No.”
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