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    Liam clicked his tongue in exasperation. Kristian was seriously blowing it.


    Lionel looked puzzled. “What do you mean by pushy?”


    “He’s trying to pressure her into remarrying and even locked her in his house like he owns her,” Liam exined,ying it out clearly. “If he keeps this up, she’s going to cut ties for good.”


    Lionel’s expression darkened. He wouldn’t allow it.


    “Grandpa, do you want Freya back in the family?” Liam asked, eyes gleaming with mischief.


    Lionel shot him a look that said everything. Of course he did. He thought about it all the time.


    “Then help out. Keep Kristian so busy he won’t have time to mess with her,” Liam suggested, casually fiddling with his phone as a n started to form.


    Lionel was on board immediately. He wanted Freya back—but more than that, he wanted her to be happy.


    With Lionel’s involvement, it wouldn’t be long before Kristian was dragged off to visit Lionel’s old friends in Alerith.


    After making his rounds, it was only a matter of time before those seasoned friends grew fond of him. And naturally, once that happened, they’d start nudging him toward a few well-bred youngdies they had in mind.


    Kristian had no clue what wasing. He stayed holed up in his room for a while, where a bagy on the bed—inside, a brand-new set of women’s pajamas and lingerie.


    He thought about taking them out to Freya, but the image of her rejection reyed itself in his mind like a cruel echo.


    That thought alone kept him rooted to the spot.


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    Right then, a knock came at the door.


    Since it was just the two of them in the house, it was clear who it had to be.


    He walked over and opened the door, finding Freya looking calm as ever, cool andposed. His voice came out clipped and icy. “What is it?”


    “I want to go home. Open the door,” Freya said bluntly. She’d already tried. It was locked.


    Kristian’s hands curled into fists, and his voice dropped several octaves. “Do you really not want to stay with me?”


    Freya found the question absurd. Did he really have to ask?


    “No woman wants to stick around with her ex-husband after a divorce.”


    “You’re just trying to rile me up.”


    Kristian bristled at the word “ex-husband.”


    “I’m just stating the truth,” Freya said suddenly, catching the flicker of anger in his eyes. She added, “Are you truly serious about wanting to marry me again?”


    The abrupt shift in topic threw Kristian off, as if someone had frozen him mid-step. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on Freya like he was trying to decode her meaning.


    “Why aren’t you answering?” Freya asked, pressing him.


    Though still unsure of where she was going with this, Kristian replied, “Yes.”


    “Alright. If you can prove yourself by passing three challenges, I’ll consider the idea of remarrying you.” Freya had said she’d consider it, not that she agreed. “But until then, stay out of my life and leave my family alone.”


    “What three challenges?” Kristian didn’t rush to ept. After the month he’d just spent trying to figure Freya out, he knew better than to leap without thinking.


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