Chapter 78 A Bizarre Disy Of Possessiveness


    "It seems Freya is quite capable on her own now, so she no longer requires Farrah''s assistance," Felipe remarked, with aid-back tone, his fingers entwining with Farrah''s effortlessly. "We have our own affairs to handle, so we''ll take our leave first."


    Trent offered them a subtle, knowing smile. "Please, feel free to go ahead."


    Felipe acknowledged this with a small nod, his expression carefully neutral, the perfect mask of civility. However, as they were about to exit, Farrah abruptly withdrew her hand, stepping instinctively toward Trent with a determined look in her eyes. "You


    go on ahead. I need to have a word with Freya," she stated firmly, her voice tinged with resolve.


    She was all too aware of Felipe''s underlying motives. If she left now with him, it was clear as day that he would drive her straight to the hospital to go through with the abortion.


    "Farrah Welch," Felipe called out sharply, his voiceced with a stern warning.


    "I''ll head home once I''ve spoken with Freya," Farrah countered smoothly, her tone unwavering. "You go ahead and handle what you need to."


    A shadow passed over Felipe''s face, his eyes darkening with frustration.


    He seemed to dismiss Trent''s presence entirely as he strode back to Farrah, his movements brusque. He seized her wrist, his intent unmistakable, determined to lead her to the hospital.


    "I told you, I''m not going with you!" Farrah''s voice rose as she struggled against his grip, her defiance clear.


    Felipe''s grip tightened mercilessly, to the point where Farrah winced, fearing the strength of his hold might actually injure her.


    Observing the escting tension, Trent stepped forward, his actions gentle but firm as heid his hand on Felipe''s wrist. "Miss Welch has expressed a desire to stay a bit longer to talk with Freya. It''s a rare chance for them to catch up. Why not let them enjoy this moment?"


    "I would normally wee Freya to our home anytime,” Felipe responded curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "But today, Farrah must leave with me."


    The moment the words left his mouth, he attempted to pry Trent''s hand from his wrist with a sudden jerk. Yet, despite gathering all his strength, he found Trent''s grip was as unyielding as iron.


    Confusion clouded Felipe''s features. Why was Trent unnaturally strong?


    "Why not let them chat a bit longer?" Trent''s smile remained courteous, as if he was making an effort to


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    protect Felipe''s ego.


    Felipe''s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind his gaze, yet he reluctantly let go of Farrah''s hand.


    Simultaneously, Trent released his hold as well.


    Felipe shot Trent a piercing look, his expression unreadable, then turned his attention to Farrah. "Let me know when you''re finished talking with Freya. I''ll be waiting."


    "That won''t be necessary," Farrah replied, her voice firm.


    Ignoring her protest, Felipe turned and strode toward Liam''s room, driven by a


    need to understand why Trent was present at their gathering.


    He hadn''t anticipated the scene that awaited him: Liam and Kristian sitting on the floor, eyes locked in a tense standoff.


    "What in the world are you two doing?" Felipe''s voice carried a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.


    Both men swiveled their heads to look at him, their expressions a silent challenge to his intrusion.


    Without waiting for an exnation, Felipe shrugged nonchntly and settled himself on a nearby sofa, choosing not to delve deeper.


    Liam was about to confront Kristian for leaving him sprawled on the cold floor, but


    the snippets of conversation he''d identally caught earlier diverted his attention. With a raised eyebrow, he asked, "Felipe, were you just having a heated argument with a woman?"


    Felipe, visibly seething, snapped back, "Are you deaf or something?"


    Liam wondered silently if the chaos of the day was his fault for inviting Trent.


    But before he could utter a word in his defense, Kristian stepped in, his voice sharp as a de. "Are you blind?" "What''s your problem, Kristian?" Felipe challenged, his voiceced with frustration that had been brewing since the previous night. "Did I get in the way while you were scolding Liam?"


    Kristian''s response was a silent, icy stare that spoke volumes.


    Calling out Liam was something only he could do. Anyone else risked facing the consequences.


    "Fine. I won''t argue with you," Felipe conceded, his voice a mix of resignation and irritation, aware of Kristian''s fiery temper. He couldn''t help but grumble, "I just don''t understand. Why did Liam bring Trent Seymour to our gathering? Was it just to annoy us?"


    As Felipe''s words trailed off, Kristian''s eyes narrowed and turned towards Liam, probing for his motives. Liam''s intention wasn''t to annoy Kristian but to make him feel jealous.


    *Felipe, I don''t like where you''re going with this," Liam retorted, brushing off his pants as he stood up with a nonchnt shrug "When you were promised perks for joining the gathering, didn''t you ept without


    hesitation?"


    Felipe fumbled for something to say. How was he supposed to know Farrah would be there as well?


    "Was it Farrah Welch you were arguing with earlier?" Kristian deduced, catching the flicker of recognition in


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    Felipe''s eyes.


    Felipe''s silence confirmed it, heavy with unspoken tensions.


    Liam gave him a fleeting look, his expression revealing barely a flicker of emotion.


    "She''s a friend of Freya''s. It was Freya''s idea to have her here, so Trent reached out," Kristian exined, fully aware of the undercurrents of Felipe''s concerns. "There''s absolutely nothing romantic happening between her and Trent."


    He remembered standing there when Trent had dialed her number; their initial exchange was polite, distant, like two people just getting acquainted.


    Felipe''s face twisted into a grimace, his lips tight. "I know," he muttered tersely. This caught Kristian off guard, and a flicker of confusion passed between him and Liam.


    If Felipe already knew the nature of their rtionship, what was fueling this tension?


    "Just a heads up," Felipe continued with a hint of sternness. "If Farrah asks for a ride when you leave, make sure you turn her down. And tell Zander the same. Trent shouldn''t take her either."


    Kristian frowned, irritation knitting his brows together. "What do you mean?"


    He was already in a foul mood, haunted by remnants of a disturbing dream from the night before-a premonition of sorts, suggesting that Freya might lead a reckless life after their divorce.


    There was no trace of Felipe''s usual yful smirk. Instead, his features wereposed into a serious expression, yet his voice carried a light tone. "Farrah rides only in my car."


    The siblings were momentarily dumbstruck, processing Felipe''s words.


    It seemed like a bizarre disy of possessiveness, almost as if he were unting


    his control.


    Kristian''s patience snapped. "Get out!"


    Felipe just chuckled, brushing off the outburst as he remained in the room, undeterred,


    The air was thick with tension as the three men lingered silently.


    At about 8 A.M., Freya came down the stairs atst, stepping into the living room


    where Zander loitered, his hair tousled in a charming disarray.


    Once everyone had gathered, Liam, wearing an apron, cheerfully set about serving breakfast.


    The surroundings were drenched in an awkward unease that hovered over the dining table like a stubborn fog Kristian stole nces at Freya with a frequency that made the air crackle; the tension he radiated was palpable.


    Liam''s eyes flicked back and forth between Kristian and Freya.


    Freya, for her part, appeared remarkablyposed under the weight of those stares, quietly eating her breakfast Her eyes were downcast, her thoughts seemingly miles away.


    Felipe, who had strategically seated himself at the opposite end of the table from Farrah, abruptly set down his utensils, breaking the silence. "Didn''t you have something you wanted to discuss with Freya? Why the hesitation?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the morning stillness.


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    "What is it?" Freya''s voice was calm as she turned to face Farrah.


    "It''s nothing serious," Farrah responded, her smile belying her annoyance at Felipe''s blunt intrusion. "I''ve just been mulling over what would be a good name for the baby. I''ve thought about it for a while but can''t seem to decide." Freya''s immediate thought was to suggest turning to the child''s father. Remembering what Farrah had mentioned earlier, her brow creased slightly. That fucking scumbag didn''t deserve a say.


    “I''ll think it over at home and share some suggestions with youter,” she offered with genuine warmth, her usual sincerity shining through. "Don''t worry about it right now. We''ve got plenty of time; the baby isn''t due for several months." Farrah nodded, her face rxing into a grateful smile. "Okay, thanks."


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