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    “If you can’t express yourself properly, maybe silence would be the wiser choice,” Felipe shot back, his tone clipped, his eyes burning with quiet anger. “You’re not me—what gives you the right to speak for me?”


    Freya was momentarily taken aback.


    “I did love her the wrong way,” Felipe continued, desperate to get his point across. “But I know that now. I’m doing everything I can to make it right. You can insult me all you want, but don’t call what I feel for her fake.”


    He couldn’t, for the life of him, understand why Kristian loved a woman so sharp-tongued. Did that man have some masochistic streak?


    “Move your car,” Freya said, her patiencepletely spent.


    There was no reasoning with someone whocked shame. She couldn’t fathom how Felipe managed to say these things without showing any remorse.


    “Let me in to see her,” Felipe pleaded again. “I won’t speak to her. I’ll just look from a distance.”


    He hade hoping for a civil conversation. Who knew talking to her would drive him up the wall? She was simply unbearable.


    “I’ll count to three. If you don’t move your car, I’ll have it towed,” Freya warned coolly, her patience dangerously thin.


    Felipe was seething. Why was she always so damn unbending? “Just this once—if you’ll let mee inside, I’ll apologize for the foolish things I said earlier,” he pleaded, grasping at onest chance.


    Freya didn’t even look his way. “Three,” she said tly.


    Felipe froze. Had she really counted already? Was that it?


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    Without acknowledging his disbelief, Freya calmly pulled out her phone and began dialing.


    “Fine, I’ll move it!” he snapped through clenched teeth.


    As soon as she saw him walking toward his car, she slipped her phone back into her pocket and returned to her vehicle, driving off without another word.


    Not long after, she noticed him in her rearview mirror. He was following her.


    Her lips pressed into a thin line. Persistent as a bloodsucking gnat. At the traffic light, she timed her speed just right, slipping through the yellow light as it turned red behind her.


    Felipe was stuck at the crosswalk, forced to watch as her car disappeared down the road. He muttered a string of curses under his breath. What a sly woman. And so damn fast.


    Freya kept going, confident the light had done its job and she’d shaken Felipe for good.


    But the moment she rolled into the underground parking of her apartmentplex, she spotted him again.


    She questioned her own sanity. How could he be this relentless?


    “Staring isn’t going to help,” Felipe said casually as she stepped out of her car.


    She shot him a look. “How did you know I live here?”


    “I didn’t, not at first,” he confessed. “But I found out Kristian used to live with you. So I dug a little. It led me here.”


    Freya almost asked how he got past security, but then recalled the shadow in her mirror earlier. He must’ve told the guard they were together.


    “So what?” she said, shrugging now that she was on her own turf. “I’m not taking you to see Farrah.”


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