Chapter 241:
Gerard found he couldn’t hold him back at all as Kristian disappeared into the haze, driven by a desperate hope to save her.
In that moment, a voice, tinged with confusion, pierced the air. “Gerard?”
Gerard’s body tensed, and he froze in place.
Nearby, Kristian, who had just wrenched himself free from the clamor and was making a dash toward the building, halted abruptly at the sound.
“Ms. Briggs?” Gerard’s voice quivered slightly as his eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief. “Why are you here?”
“I stepped out for a while. I just got back.” Freya didn’t notice Kristian, who had surged out of the crowd. Her gaze lingered on the flickering fire before shifting to Gerard. “And you? What are you doing here?”
Gerard’s eyes instinctively darted toward Kristian.
Freya’s eyes followed, catching the trace of concern.
Seeing the sheer concern written all over Kristian’s face made her stop in her tracks.
“Mr. Shaw…” Gerard spoke up, breaking the silence.
“Get in the car,” Kristian interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the tension. His demeanor was frosty, yet the relief in his heart was palpable as he commanded, “Let’s head back.”
Gerard remained silent, a lump forming in his throat.
He cleared it, hoping to dispel the thick air of tension. “You were so worried about Ms. Briggs just moments ago. Now that she’s safe, aren’t you going to speak to her?”
“I was worried about her? That’s absurd!” Kristian snapped. Every time he saw Freya, all he could think about was her affair with Trent. Gerard, as blunt as ever, said, “You looked ready to charge into the flames for her.”
Kristian shot him a cold stare. Gerard was getting too bold lately, wasn’t he?
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“You really should have a proper talk with her,” Gerard added, ignoring the warning in Kristian’s eyes. Then he quickly excused himself. “I’ll wait in the car.”
He got into the car and locked the doors.
Kristian didn’t think much of Gerard’s comment—until he reached the car and found the door wouldn’t open.
His brows twitched.
A cold edge crept into his voice. “Gerard Todd!”
Inside, Gerard kept his head low, pretending not to notice.
The car’s soundproofing helped. And as long as he didn’t look up, he believed he could survive the storm.
“Did you come looking for me?” Freya asked.
Kristian, still annoyed, didn’t sugarcoat it. “Do I look like I’d come for you?”
“No,” Freya answered without hesitation.
That stung more than he expected. He knew just how ungrateful she was. No matter how much he worried about her, in her eyes, he was just a cold, heartless man.
“Good. I only came for the marriage certificate. If it got burned, I don’t have time to redo it with you.”
“If all the documents are ready, you can get a new one yourself,” Freya replied, calm as ever.
Kristian fell silent, caught off guard. His emotions were all over the place.
He turned toward the car again, only to find Gerard still pretending not to notice him. He knocked on the window.
Inside, Gerard panicked. Should he open the door? What if his boss hadn’t talked things over with his wife?
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