Chapter 209:
“Sure.”
The moment she consented, the air around Kristian shifted dramatically, becoming charged and tense, like the forewarning of a tempest.
Felipe, who had been smirking triumphantly a moment before, found his satisfaction ebbing away as Trent turned his attention to Farrah.
“Would you like to join us, Miss Welch?” he asked, his voice smooth but insistent.
“No, thanks. My agent will pick me up later,” Farrah responded with a guarded tone, aware of Felipe’s volatile nature. Leaving with Trent today would only guarantee Felipe’s wrath down the line.
He insisted she terminate the pregnancy, and she was determined to have one last discussion with him. If he wouldn’t back down, she’d be left with no choice but to walk away.
The frost in Felipe’s eyes melted ever so slightly, his lips twitching as he decided to give her another day to reconsider.
With that, Freya slid into the passenger seat of Trent’s car.
They drove past Felipe, who, despite his earlier hostility, moved aside—a gesture Kristian didn’t miss.
“I’m leaving too,” Zander announced, his presence as crisp and polished as his white shirt. With the effortless charm of a seasoned gentleman, he added, “I’ll be joining the film crew soon, so it looks like this will be our last meet-up for a while.”
Kristian and Felipe exchanged a brief, knowing nod as they watched him stride away.
In the lingering silence that followed, only Kristian and the remaining few were left.
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Liam, having lost his interest in the unfolding drama once Freya had exited, declared his intention to depart, eager to recount the evening’s happenings to his grandfather.
“Liam.” Kristian’s voice, low and resonant, broke the quiet, his hand casually tucked into his pocket.
Liam paused, his hand frozen on the car door handle, turning slightly.
“What’s up?” he inquired, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“Would you mind giving Miss Welch a ride?” Kristian asked, his tone nonchalant.
Liam blinked, taken aback by the request.
Even Felipe raised his eyebrows, puzzled by Kristian’s unexpected request.
“Miss Welch, Liam will be happy to drive you,” Kristian continued smoothly, his gaze never wavering from Felipe, who looked visibly rattled.
“He’s rather free tonight, so feel free to direct him as you please.”
Farrah, momentarily stunned, processed the offer. She ultimately nodded in acceptance.
“Alright.”
She decided against riding with Trent, mindful of Felipe’s disdain for him.
With Liam being his friend, Felipe wouldn’t be too bothered.
As the car pulled away into the sunlit morning, Kristian remained, a solitary figure breathing in the crisp air. Felipe, on the other hand, seethed beside him, barely containing his desire to confront.
“Kristian, what the hell are you thinking?” Felipe burst out, his voice thick with frustration.
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