She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 92

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

Chapter 92 He’s Not The Jealous Type

Trent straightened his suit, a smooth gesture that underscored his suave demeanor. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” he said, his voice calm yet imbued with an underlying sharpness. “It seems this was a well–laid trap.”

“Wait a second.” Kristian’s voice halted him.

Trent lifted his gaze, waiting for him to continue.

Kristian’s intense, guarded stare met his, asking a question that pierced straight to the core. “What exactly are your feelings for Freya?” His voice was low, the question laden with an unspoken challenge.

Trent’s response was polished, his

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even. “I’ll be whoever she needs me to be.”

His eyes briefly flickered with a range of emotions as he spoke of Freya, his childhood playmate.

Their connection was profound–deeper than friendship, more steadfast than love, a bond that rivaled familial ties.

*If Freya ever decided to get married him, he was glad to be her groom.

If she didn’t want that, he’d gladly stay by her side as her lifelong friend.

Kristian’s expression hardened as he processed Trent’s words. “You have no romantic feelings for her, do you?” he demanded, his tone skeptical.

“Is that what you think?” Trent countered, his eyebrow arching slightly.

“If you truly cared, wouldn’t it bother you that she still cherishes her first love?” Kristian pressed, his tone sharpening.

Reflecting on those issues, a shadow passed over his eyes. “And let’s not forget, she still holds tight to her beloved bedroom companion, Charlie.”

To truly love someone often breeds a sense of possessiveness, and for someone like Trent, this was no exception.

“Your perspective on love is rather limited,” Trent retorted, his smile unwavering. “As long as Mina finds. happiness, I’m prepared to go to any length.”

Kristian, his eyes narrowing, tried to catch a flicker of deceit in Trent’s steady gaze but found nothing but sincerity.

Could it be that Trent’s love for Freya was that profound?

“She dashed off to Jeucwell to marry you impulsively, and I didn’t stand in her way, did I?”

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Trent recognized Kristian’s doubt, but he threw in his thoughts regardless.

He couldn’t stand the thought of Kristian thinking Freya was unloved. Making Kristian feel the threat of losing her was the only way to make him regret it.

Freya deserved better, much better.

Kristian, now grappling with a mix of confusion and revelation, found Treincreasingly enigmatic.

As Trent casually adjusted his glasses, his demeanor remained unfazed. “She married you on a whim, captivated by your charm,” he went on, his tone a mix of candid and cautionary. “If you cherish her, her joy is also my joy. But should you falter, rest assured, I am more than capable of stepping in to ensure her happiness.”

“You won’t get that chance,” Kristian retorted impulsively, his words escaping him before he could tether them. With a mild, almost pitying shake of his head, Trent delivered a softly veiled reminder. “You’re receiving your divorce decree the day after tomorrow.”

Kristian, faced with Trent’s unshakable confidence, felt a surge of irritation.

His emotions, tangled and raw, finally condensed into one piercing question, his voice a low growl. “Does she even know how you feel about her?”

Trent saw right through the trap Kristian had laid, and his response made everything clear. “She thinks we’re just friends.”

Acknowledging Freya’s awareness would only lead Kristian to brand her as a player.

Trent saw no point in prolonging the argument with Kristian; he had expressed what was essential, and the rest was for Kristian to mull over in his own time.

Meanwhile, Kristian found himself adrift in his thoughts, haunted by the implications of Trent’s words. He was painfully aware that Freya had a soft spot for men like Trent.

If their marriage ended, Trent would probably be the one she turned to. The notion alone left Kristian simmering with unexplained frustration.

During their two tumultuous years of marriage, it seemed to Kristian that Trent had only come into the picture after he and Freya had broached the topic of divorce.

Did Trent harbor genuine feelings for Freya? That was a question that Kristian found himself unable to answer at the moment.

Still, he couldn’t leave the issue unexplored. After some contemplation, he instructed his contacts to dig deeper into the matter before he turned his attention back to his professional duties.

Leaving the Shaw Group building, Trent felt a cautious optimism. Reflecting on his conversation with Freya, he reached out to tell her he’d straightened things out with Kristian.

Freya’s response was a noncommittal “Hmm.”

“Your reaction seems off,” Trent noted, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

“Whether he believes it or not is irrelevant,” Freya replied dismissively.

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She had accepted it for what it was. “I’m mulling over the family gathering at the Shaws‘ residence tonight. I’m almost certain they’ll want me to extend my stay through Lionel’s birthday celebration,” she remarked, a note of resignation in her voice.

She was well–acquainted with the dynamics involving Lionel and Melinda–familiarity was one thing, managing the reality was quite another.

While Freya couldn’t simply decline–Kristian’s family members had always shown her kindness, and her schedule was surprisingly open–opting out would come across as blatantly disrespectful.

“When is Lionel’s birthday, anyway?” Trent inquired, breaking into her thoughts.

“September 15th,” Freya responded swiftly.

“Isn’t Kristian heading overseas on the 16th?” Trent’s memory suddenly clicked into place. “You might want to subtly double–check that. If it’s accurate, it could serve as a perfect pretext for you.”

The bureaucratic process generally took a full 30 days to complete a divorce decree.

If Freya and Kristian missed this window, they would be compelled to endure the tedious process of reapplying and waiting yet another month for resolution.

A lot could transpire in thirty days.

“Alright,” Freya agreed, her voice tinged with determination.

Whatever the circumstances, she was adamant about finalizing the divorce immediately after the morrow. Jeucwell, once a cherished refuge, had lost its allure.

Before ending the call, Trent added, almost as an afterthought, “By the way, I told Kristian I have feelings for you.”

Freya was caught off guard, a mix of shock and confusion clouding her features.

She couldn’t quite grasp his unexpected revelation.

“He seemed jealous,” Trent went on with a slight edge to his voice.

“He’s not the jealous type,” Freya countered smoothly, her tone lightening as she regained her composure. “Let’s keep this between us, okay? Don’t bring this up as a joke in front of Frederick and the others.”

“Understood,” Trent replied, his chuckle tinged with amusement.

He knew all too well how their common friends lived for gossip, the kind that could start storms.