Chapter 199:
With a surge of strength, she pushed against his chest.
“Kristian!”
The usual coldness in his eyes now swirled with an indescribable heat, and his lips, slightly parted, shimmered with a residual moistness.
Flustered, her cheeks burning and her heart pounding, Freya fixed him with a fierce stare.
“How many times must I tell you? Don’t kiss me with the same lips you’ve kissed Ashley with. I’m guarding my health from Helicobacter Pylori.”
At her words, the corners of Kristian’s mouth twitched upwards. His initial annoyance melted into a bemused chuckle.
Helicobacter Pylori—only she would think of such a thing in a moment like this.
“I’ve only ever kissed you.” Kristian’s tone was lofty, touched with an indifferent coolness, his usually pristine attire slightly disheveled—a rare crack in his poised facade.
“If you were going to catch anything, it would’ve happened when we first got married.”
“Fuck off!” Freya snapped back, her words laced with venom.
Observing her flushed cheeks, a hint of amusement flickered across his features, lightening his mood.
“Do you want to get checked? I’ll cover the medical expenses.”
Freya was speechless, her frustration boiling over.
“No need.” She wiped her mouth again, then stood up sharply, her movements brusque. Taking a few deliberate steps away, she shot him a piercing glare before marching upstairs.
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Kristian watched her depart, a slow grin spreading across his face—a smile he scarcely noticed forming.
He grappled with the thought, bewildered, of how Freya could stir his most ordinary desires so easily.
This stir of emotion, it seemed, was reserved solely for her.
Irritated yet composed, Freya ascended the stairs. As she approached the door, she took a moment to steady herself, ensuring she made no sound that might disturb Farrah.
To her surprise, however, the lights inside the room were already on.
“What happened, Freya?” Farrah inquired, her voice laced with concern as she noted the unusual tension in her demeanor.
“Who’s got you all worked up?”
“It’s no one,” Freya responded curtly, her usual calm and rational facade slightly cracking under pressure, a rare occurrence unless provoked by Kristian, who always seemed to effortlessly stoke her ire.
“Why are you up? Did I disturb you?”
“Nope,” Farrah replied, her voice short and to the point, before swiftly changing the subject. She leaned in, lowering her voice with a sly edge.
“Is Kristian Shaw the husband you’re planning to divorce?”
“Yes,” Freya confirmed flatly.
“And who was his ex?” Farrah prodded, her curiosity piqued.
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