Chapter 234:
This time, he contacted no one. He drove straight to the nearest bar.
At that moment, he craved alcohol to numb his anguish. He feared confronting Freya again, feared losing control, feared inflicting unintentional harm.
Freya already suffered from the encounter. She stared at the still-vibrating door, feeling as though her recently peaceful heart had suddenly shattered.
Her thoughts echoed with Kristian’s resolute departure and his parting words.
Her chest constricted painfully.
Had Trent not called just then, she might have succumbed to emotions she thought long abandoned.
The moment their call connected, Trent detected the distress in her voice.
“What happened, Mina?”
“Kristian doesn’t trust me,” Freya murmured, lowering her gaze and supporting her head with one hand.
Trent contemplated briefly before asking, “How exactly did you present your explanation?”
Freya recounted their interaction meticulously, omitting nothing.
“I’ll speak with him later,” Trent assured her, recognizing the emotional toll this took on Freya.
“Your approach likely appeared as an unprompted confession—creating the impression of manufacturing excuses.”
“Why are you echoing his perspective?” Freya asked, perplexed. She had simply wanted to explain everything comprehensively, avoiding petty disputes over details.
Trent smiled gently, helping clarify the situation.
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“Your character typically ignores accusations about actions you haven’t committed. You only defend yourself when pushed beyond tolerance. After two years together, he should understand this fundamental aspect of you.”
That simple observation stirred profound ripples in Freya’s heart.
Indeed, she rarely offered preemptive explanations.
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle the conversation with him,” Trent reassured her, knowing precisely how to approach Kristian.
Freya acknowledged with a soft sound and ended the call, letting the phone slip from her grasp onto the table. She collapsed onto the sofa, her thoughts swirling chaotically.
She had expected her turmoil to subside gradually, but instead, her mind continued replaying Kristian’s cutting words and the cold silhouette of his retreating back.
After another ten minutes, her tumultuous emotions refused to subside.
She finally pulled herself up and ventured outside, flagging down a taxi headed for a downtown establishment. Upon reaching for payment, she discovered her phone was missing.
She dismissed the oversight without concern, extracting her wallet and settling the fare before striding into a nightclub.
Inside, kaleidoscopic lights fractured the darkness. Freya claimed an arbitrary seat and promptly ordered two drinks.
She wasn’t someone who typically sought solace in alcohol, nor would she allow herself to become intoxicated.
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