Chapter 210:
“What about our agreement back in the bedroom?”
With a slight frown, Kristian gave his reply.
“What agreement?”
“You swore that Farrah wouldn’t leave tonight unless it was with me,” Felipe stated, his tone sharp and accusing.
“Right.”
Felipe was visibly frustrated. Why didn’t Kristian keep his promise?
With a mix of bewilderment and anger bubbling inside him, he marched up to Kristian, unable to grasp the sudden shift in his attitude.
“Why would you let her leave with Liam?” he demanded, his tone sharp.
“And what about you? Didn’t you step aside so Freya could ride with Trent?” Kristian responded with composure, his eyes completely detached.
Caught off guard, Felipe halted, his fiery momentum quenched by a sudden epiphany.
His anger dissolved, replaced by a sly amusement. A smirk played on his lips as he slung an arm around Kristian’s shoulders, his voice teasing.
“What’s this? Are you jealous?”
Kristian remained silent, his face unreadable. Jealous? The idea seemed ludicrous to him.
“I only stepped aside because you have a thing for Ashley,” Felipe went on, his tone casual yet clearly designed to needle Kristian.
“Imagine how she’d feel knowing Freya was in the same car as you. Is that what you want? To make her jealous? Or… is it Freya you’re actually interested in?”
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He scrutinized Kristian’s expression intently, searching for any telltale signs.
Kristian’s frown deepened slightly. The conversation shifted abruptly as he remembered Gerard’s call earlier about Ashley possibly feigning her illness.
With renewed focus, he unlocked his car and threw over his shoulder with deliberate nonchalance,
“Maybe you should spend less time worrying about who I’m interested in and more time figuring out who the father of the baby is.”
With that parting shot, he slid into his car and pulled away, leaving Felipe simmering with frustration and unanswered questions on the sidewalk.
Kristian’s thoughts briefly lingered on Freya and the news of his grandpa’s upcoming eightieth birthday he had yet to share, but he decided it was better to wait for a more fitting moment.
Freya knew Lionel’s birthday was approaching, but with everything that had been going on, the days had slipped right past her.
As their car pulled away from the lavish villa, Freya turned her troubled gaze towards Trent, who maintained a stoic focus on the winding road ahead. With a hint of concern in her voice, Freya ventured,
“Is something happening in Alerith?”
“Nope,” Trent responded, his tone even and unflustered.
“It’s about Farrah.”
“Farrah?” Her voice hitched slightly, a frown knitting her brow.
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