Chapter 205:
Farrah was the exception, the only friend Freya had made in recent years.
Felipe felt an overwhelming urge to peer into Trent’s mind. How could he manage such straightforwardness, such composure, under the weight of his words?
“It seems Freya is quite capable on her own now, so she no longer requires Farrah’s assistance,” Felipe remarked in a laid-back tone, his fingers effortlessly entwining with Farrah’s.
“We have our own affairs to handle, so we’ll take our leave first.”
Trent offered them a subtle, knowing smile.
“Please, feel free to go ahead.”
Felipe acknowledged this with a small nod, his expression carefully neutral—the perfect mask of civility.
However, as they were about to exit, Farrah abruptly withdrew her hand, stepping instinctively toward Trent with a determined look in her eyes.
“You go on ahead. I need to have a word with Freya,” she stated firmly, her voice tinged with resolve.
She was all too aware of Felipe’s underlying motives. If she left now with him, it was clear as day that he would drive her straight to the hospital to go through with the abortion.
“Farrah Welch,” Felipe called out sharply, his voice laced with a stern warning.
“I’ll head home once I’ve spoken with Freya,” Farrah countered smoothly, her tone unwavering.
“You go ahead and handle what you need to.”
A shadow passed over Felipe’s face, his eyes darkening with frustration. He seemed to dismiss Trent’s presence entirely as he strode back to Farrah, his movements brusque. He seized her wrist, his intent unmistakable—determined to lead her to the hospital.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗮 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝖼𝗈𝗺
“I told you, I’m not going with you!” Farrah’s voice rose as she struggled against his grip, her defiance clear.
Felipe’s grip tightened mercilessly, to the point where Farrah winced, fearing the strength of his hold might actually injure her.
Observing the escalating tension, Trent stepped forward, his actions gentle but firm as he laid his hand on Felipe’s wrist.
“Miss Welch has expressed a desire to stay a bit longer to talk with Freya. It’s a rare chance for them to catch up. Why not let them enjoy this moment?”
“I would normally welcome Freya to our home anytime,” Felipe responded curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“But today, Farrah must leave with me.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he attempted to pry Trent’s hand from his wrist with a sudden jerk.
Yet, despite gathering all his strength, he found Trent’s grip was as unyielding as iron.
Confusion clouded Felipe’s features. Why was Trent unnaturally strong?
“Why not let them chat a bit longer?” Trent’s smile remained courteous, as if he were making an effort to protect Felipe’s ego.
Felipe’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind his gaze, yet he reluctantly let go of Farrah’s hand.
Simultaneously, Trent released his hold as well.
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