She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 637:

Freya said nothing. She didn’t press him further.

She already knew what he was after; the questioning was simply a performance, a layer of civility to avoid arousing suspicion.

Brendan was every bit as wary as Ellis—if not worse.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Brendan asked, “You don’t believe me?”

“If you had any real feelings for me,” Freya replied evenly, “you should have gone to Alerith to confess, rather than abducting me here just to flaunt your indulgence.”

Brendan rose with unhurried grace, his eyes brimming with amusement and interest as they settled on her.

Freya held his gaze, utterly unshaken.

“No wonder Kristian still hasn’t gotten over you after the divorce.” He inched closer, his scent fresh and alluring. “With a temperament like yours, even I’m starting to feel tempted.”

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“Absolutely.”

“Then why haven’t you untied my hands yet?” Her tone remained steady, clearly unimpressed by his charm.

Brendan’s lips curled into a wickedly attractive smirk. “If I untie you, what if you make a run for it?”

“Then just tie me up again,” Freya shot back.

“Ms. Briggs, you really are something else.” Brendan picked up the wine glass beside him, gave it a gentle swirl, then held it out to her. “How about this? Drink it, and I’ll undo the ropes. Sound fair?”

Freya cast a glance at the glass but didn’t budge.

If his words held even a grain of truth, then pigs might as well sprout wings and soar across the sky.

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝗶𝙨𝗰𝗼𝙫𝗲𝗿𝙮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷⪻𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Since you’re not interested, I suppose you’ll have to get some rest, Ms. Briggs.” Brendan’s gentlemanly manner returned as he spoke. “We can chat again tomorrow.”

And with that, one of the men escorted Freya down to the basement. When they arrived, Freya wrinkled her nose at the sight—chains, dried blood, and a number of snakes.

A chill spread through her chest. Suddenly, fragments of old memories came rushing back. Could this have been where Ashley was held?

In that instant, it felt as though she could see Ashley’s tear-streaked face, the girl trembling, pleading, and receiving only silence in return.

Freya inhaled deeply and shut her eyes. She would get Ashley out of this horror.

“What are you standing there for, Ms. Briggs?” Brendan had followed, his lips still curled into that disarming arc. “Not resting?”

“Is this what you call a resting place?” Freya snapped.

“Of course. Ashley stayed here quite a while.”

Freya’s hands curled into fists. She hadn’t expected his cruelty to run so deep.

Brendan’s smile didn’t waver. “Don’t worry. The snakes have had their fangs removed. Completely harmless.”

Freya remained rooted to the spot.

Brendan didn’t linger.

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