Chapter 48:
Freya paused and turned, her gaze falling back on him.
Kristian’s eyes lingered on the moving company’s truck, crammed with boxes, before he finally gathered his thoughts. “Gerard will drive you. The truck isn’t equipped for passengers.”
“Alright,” Freya responded, her voice steady and unhesitant.
She slid into the car, settling into the back seat with quiet grace.
Just as she was about to instruct Gerard, the car’s other door swung open. Kristian’s tall frame squeezed in beside her, the spacious interior suddenly feeling tight with his presence.
Freya’s brow furrowed in mild annoyance. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m on my way to the office, and it’s practically on the same route,” Kristian explained, his tone a mask of calm.
Freya fell silent, taken aback. He didn’t even know where she was moving to. Yet, she chose not to call him out on it.
In her eyes, Kristian was probably just concerned she might vanish to avoid finalizing their divorce, his unexpected company a tactic to ensure he knew where she lived.
Once he was aware of her residence, there would be no disappearing on her part.
It wasn’t that she feared any trouble from him after revealing her address—she intended to remain in Jeucwell just for another month. Afterward, she planned to return to Alerith and seldom visit Jeucwell again.
Kristian was completely in the dark about her plans. His curiosity was simple yet earnest; he just wanted to find out where she lived and whether it was a decent spot.
The ride over was steeped in silence, each minute stretching longer than the last.
𝘽𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
After what felt like an eternity, they finally rolled into a quiet residential district on the outskirts of Jeucwell.
The distance from the bustling city center caused Kristian’s finely shaped eyebrows to knit together in a slight frown.
“You’ll live here?” he questioned, his tone laced with surprise.
“Yes,” Freya responded with a firm nod.
She had meticulously chosen this secluded spot after scouring numerous listings in Jeucwell. It was the perfect sanctuary away from the chaos of urban life, exactly what she desired.
Kristian struggled to grasp her logic. Mulling it over, he finally offered slowly, a hint of concern in his voice, “You know, you could move into the villa I’ve prepared for you right now. After we finalize the divorce, it will all be yours.”
Freya’s reply was concise, almost curt. “This place suits me just fine,” she said, leaving no room for argument.
Kristian sensed her resolve and chose not to push further.
As they pulled up outside her building, Freya exited the car briskly and directed the movers towards the underground garage.
Left behind, Gerard turned to Kristian, his voice breaking the lingering silence. “Sir, are we off to the office now?”
Kristian gave him a brief, distracted glance, his mind still partly with Freya.
Gerard was perplexed, his mind a whirl of confusion. What was that supposed to mean? It made no sense to him whatsoever.
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