Chapter 197:
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.
“Is it 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.”
𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀꞉ⅽ𝗈𝗆
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?
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, his 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.
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