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    The mention of Kristian’s name triggered Hugh’s paternal instincts. Why was Freya with Kristian?


    He wanted to question her, but trusting Freya’s judgment, he simply said, “Let me know when you arrive. I’ll be waiting.”


    “Certainly,” Freya agreed.


    After ending the call, she prepared to ask Kristian about their departure, only to find him observing her intently.


    She met his gaze without hesitation and asked, “Are we heading back to the hotel now, or do you have other matters to attend to?” If he had othermitments, she’d simply proceed on her own.


    However, securing transportation from the Shaw estate presented a challenge; she would need to walk a considerable distance to find a taxi.


    “Was that your father calling?” Kristian’s resonant voice broke the silence.


    Freya stared at him wordlessly.


    “Let’s go,” Kristian directed, guiding her toward the vehicle. Once they were inside, he inquired, “Which hotel are you and your father staying at? I’ll drive you there. I’d love to meet him.”


    “Kristian,” Freya began, feelingpelled to establish boundaries.


    Kristian turned toward her. “Yes?”


    “We’re divorced. Please maintain distance from my family.” Freya valued her privacy immensely.


    Kristian regarded her intently. “Have you misinterpreted something?”


    Freya’s brow furrowed in confusion.


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    “I merely wanted to say hi to your father. I have no other intentions,” Kristian exined with remarkableposure, his expression convincingly sincere.


    Freya clenched her teeth, genuinely tempted to strike him. Did he truly believe she would buy his words?


    She contemted engaging in an argument but ultimately decided against it. Disregarding him would serve as the most effective retaliation.


    In Kristian’s assessment, he had anticipated at least some reaction from Freya, perhaps even a sharp retort.


    Since their encounter earlier that day, she had barely exchanged words with him. If this pattern persisted, his prospects for reconciliation would be nonexistent.


    He yearned to engage with her, whether through ordinary conversation or even heated disagreement. He simply wanted to upy space in her thoughts.


    “Freya,” he ventured.


    Freya, gazing absently through the window, responded with detachment, “What?”


    “Why did you conceal your family background when we married?” Kristian asked, still perplexed by this decision.


    Unwilling to engage in meaningful conversation, Freya deflected, “Because I feared you would desire me for my wealth.”


    Kristian found himself momentarily speechless.


    He persisted, “Then why refuse to remarry me now?”


    “You ask me why?” Freya felt irritation rising at the mere contemtion.


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