Chapter 83:
He strode purposefully inside, crossing the suite’s spacious living room toward the bedroom. The dreaded scenario he had imagined failed to materialize; instead, he found Freya perfectly composed, while Edwin appeared thoroughly drenched and utterly humiliated.
His heart, which had been pounding with dread, gradually calmed upon confirming Freya remained unharmed, his tensed muscles visibly relaxing.
He finally recalled Ethel’s revelation about Freya serving as her former bodyguard.
“Mr. Shaw…” Edwin had been released, but Kristian’s arrival filled him with paralyzing terror.
He recognized his catastrophic failure and couldn’t bear to contemplate the inevitable repercussions.
“Get out!” Kristian’s command cut through the air with glacial hostility. Edwin hastily wiped the water from his face and retreated with remarkable speed.
Freya tracked his departing figure and delivered a final warning.
“Remember exactly what I said. Don’t let it slip your mind.”
Edwin hesitated momentarily, barely containing his seething rage.
He departed without uttering a response, already formulating plans to enlist someone who would effectively handle Freya once he escaped this situation.
He longed to witness her begging desperately for mercy.
Freya discerned his unspoken intentions perfectly. She had deliberately tormented him to provoke precisely this reaction, enabling her to gather conclusive evidence that would secure his imprisonment.
“Sir, is Mrs. Shaw all right?” Gerard inquired cautiously from the doorway after Edwin had left in such a distressed state.
Kristian remained silent, striding purposefully into the bedroom before slamming the door with resounding finality.
Gerard comprehended the situation immediately, closing the entrance door his boss had forcefully compromised, manually securing it despite the substantial damage.
Inside the room, the subdued lighting persisted, and the subtle fragrance continued to permeate the air.
Freya had maintained her composure throughout; now that Edwin had been dismissed, she urgently needed to check on Sheila.
“Please step aside.”
“Step aside for what purpose?” Kristian’s words emerged through clenched teeth, his profound concern manifesting as icy displeasure.
“Have you forgotten your position as Edwin’s offering to me?”
Freya’s expression shifted to genuine bewilderment. Had he completely lost his senses?
“If you’re presented as a gift, then fulfill your designated role.” Kristian’s anger was authentic and profound.
The thought of her potentially encountering similar situations after their divorce weighed heavily on his conscience. He believed she needed a meaningful lesson in reality.
Freya locked eyes with Kristian, defiance blazing in her gaze. “Want me to knock some sense into you?” The challenge hung in the air between them.
Kristian fell silent, his thoughts swirling in the stillness that followed. Something had shifted—perhaps the tension had eased slightly, or maybe the room’s soft, muted lighting cast an enchanting spell—but he found himself irresistibly drawn to her.
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