Chapter 270:
Kristian fell into contemplative silence.
“Aren’t you concerned that Freya will forever resent you?” Felipe challenged.
Kristian responded flatly, “I don’t have feelings for her.”
Felipe sneered.
Kristian appeared mystified by this reaction.
“Care to wager on that?” Felipe’s penetrating gaze carried unmistakable defiance.
Kristian retorted coolly, “Not in the slightest.”
“Is it genuine disinterest or simple cowardice?” Felipe exposed his friend’s vulnerability with the precision only intimate companions possess. “You harbor feelings yet refuse acknowledgment. I’ve never encountered anyone more internally divided than you.”
Kristian’s expression hardened. “I’ve stated clearly—I don’t care for her.”
“Of course, naturally you don’t,” Felipe replied dismissively. “Yet you grew agitated when she entered Trent’s vehicle, and you were noticeably tense during your encounter with him. When will you exhibit honest self-reflection, Kristian?” Felipe pressed further, “If genuine indifference existed, her actions wouldn’t affect you whatsoever. Consider how frequently you’ve grown angry or engaged in disputes since initiating divorce proceedings.”
Felipe’s observations penetrated Kristian’s carefully constructed facade like precisely aimed arrows.
If Felipe had to endure emotional turmoil, he certainly wouldn’t allow Kristian to escape unscathed.
“You’re overthinking this.” Kristian’s tone remained steady, but his grip tightened slightly. “We have some disputes because she’s been acting differently lately, and she went too far.”
“Oh really?” Felipe let out a sneer. He had a meaningful look on his face as he clicked his tongue.
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Kristian found this reaction irritating. “You don’t believe me?”
“Who has really changed, though?” Felipe lifted an eyebrow, aiming to stir things up. “I might not be familiar with her old self, but I know you better than anyone else.”
“I need to leave.” Kristian had enough of the talk.
“Kristian,” Felipe called out after him.
Kristian was still holding his phone, looking at Felipe with a disinterested stare, as if nothing could capture his attention.
“Freya is the only one who has ever truly influenced your feelings since you were a kid,” Felipe pointed out, intent on making him think more about it tonight. “You wouldn’t get into such arguments with anyone else, not even with Ashley.”
Kristian knew exactly how to strike a nerve, and Felipe was equally skilled at it.
Felipe’s comments caused a stir in Kristian, but he showed no reaction. He smoothly put his phone in his pocket and reached out his left hand to Felipe.
Felipe, puzzled, furrowed his brow and asked, “What’s that for?”
“The car keys.” Kristian’s voice was calm, betraying no sign that Felipe’s words had touched him. “Freya has my car, so I need to use yours.”
“And what will I drive?” Felipe asked.
“I’ll take you where you need to go.”
Felipe was too taken aback to say anything, his thoughts swirling with confusion. Was Kristian losing it from all this tension?
Kristian, uninterested in lingering, snatched the keys from Felipe’s hand, maintaining his usual detached demeanor. “If you’re coming, get in the car.”
Felipe was tempted to refuse, but given the late hour, he opted not to bother his assistant.
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