Chapter 298:
Meanwhile, Kristian flicked on the living room lights, casting a cold glow through the darkened house. His footsteps echoed sharply as he began ascending the stairs.
The rhythmic thud of his leather shoes was the only sound in the otherwise still villa.
Felipe, now wide awake, gripped the covers tighter, his heart racing in his chest.
Oh no.
Was there really a ghost in the house?
The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, each one like a hammer strike to his nerves.
The sound of knocking at the door sent a shiver through Felipe. It repeated, each knock louder than the last. Flicking the lights to their brightest setting, Felipe dressed quickly, his hands trembling. He approached the door cautiously, his every step slow and deliberate.
Outside, Kristian, growing impatient with the drawn-out knocking, placed his hand on the doorknob.
By sheer coincidence, Felipe did the same from the inside.
Before Felipe could apply any pressure, he felt the doorknob turn on its own.
A cold wave of shock washed over him. What in the world was happening? Could it really be a ghost?
The door creaked open with a soft click, as if announcing a sinister arrival.
Felipe quickly backed away, grabbing his pillow from the bed.
If a ghost dared to enter, he would throw the pillow at it.
In a blur, the bedroom door swung wide.
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And there stood Kristian, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light.
Felipe, now wide awake and clutching the pillow like a shield, froze, his heart skipping a beat. Kristian frowned slightly at the sight. His voice, as cold and commanding as ever, cut through the tension.
“If you were awake, why didn’t you answer the door?”
Felipe blinked, his stiff posture relaxing in an instant.
“Kristian?” he breathed, his legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
Kristian didn’t step inside but remained in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
“Come out. We need to talk.”
Too exhausted to argue, Felipe silently followed Kristian downstairs, his mind already racing through a thousand unanswered questions.
Felipe slumped onto the couch, still sleepy and startled, and irritably asked Kristian, “Why are you scaring me at this hour?”
“Scaring you?” Kristian was baffled by the complaint.
“Why are you here?” Felipe changed the subject while yawning. “You didn’t come to mope about your divorce with me, did you?”
“For this.” Kristian stretched out a small playing card.
As soon as Felipe saw it, his drowsiness disappeared, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
“Gerard said you told him that I should see you if I was curious about how Freya’s playing card got to your place,” Kristian said, his eyes intently fixed on Felipe.
Felipe nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah, that’s correct.”
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