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    “I’m not just any ex-husband,” Kristian retorted casually, his gaze unwavering.


    Freya was momentarily at a loss for words. How could he be so audacious?


    Kristian overlooked her scornful look and turned to Hugh and Ethel. “Mr. Briggs, I need a moment alone with Freya. Would you mind giving us some room?”


    Hugh instinctively looked Freya’s way. If Freya was okay with him leaving, he would step out. If she wanted him to stay, he would remain.


    “You both can go downstairs and have some rest. I’ll join you after I’ve spoken with him,” Freya finally resolved, intending to speak privately with Kristian.


    “But…” Ethel hesitated, a little worried.


    With a calm expression, Freya reassured her. “It’s okay. Go on.”


    Ethel, alwayspliant with Freya’s wishes, reluctantly left, casting several backward nces. Hugh followed suit, though reluctantly. He had hoped to stay, believing his presence might deter Kristian from overstepping.


    However, respecting Freya’s request, he left.


    Then, only Freya and Kristian remained in the room.


    Freya stood defiant. “What do you really want?”


    “Let’s get remarried.”


    “That’s out of the question.”


    “You can set any conditions,” Kristian said, his thin lips barely moving, just like when they divorced. “But you don’t have a say in this.”


    Freya listened to him as he spoke confidently. “Really?”


    “Yes,” Kristian affirmed with conviction.


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    His demeanor and steady gaze suggested he was certain he could win her over again.


    “Kristian, take a good look at yourself in the mirror,” Freya said, her voice softening unexpectedly. “Do you see what I see? Someone stubborn and self-righteous, who thinks the entire world revolves around him.”


    She was baffled, unable to understand why he was so certain she would agree to remarry him.


    “No, I’m none of those things,” Kristian responded coolly, seemingly unfazed by her critique.


    Freya had no desire to continue the conversation.


    Seeing her silence, Kristian stood up, his long legs entuated by the tailored lines of his suit pants.


    He approached her slowly, his presence increasingly imposing.


    Freya instinctively frowned.


    “What happened before was my fault. I’vee to genuinely apologize,” Kristian added softly. “I’m sorry.”


    “And so?” Freya asked, her stance unyielding.


    She doubted that a mere apology could mend the fractures of their past.


    Kristian broke the silence. “Unblock me.”


    “Kristian.”


    “What?”


    “Are you actually aware of your wrongdoing, or are you just curious about me?” Freya pierced through his facade, her gaze steady and clear. “Is it because of who I am, my hacking skills, or… the card found at Felipe’s house?”


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