Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 178

“Anastasia.” My tone is arctic. “This does not concern you.” The stubborn scowl that I know so well

forms on her face.

“Leila came to see me, not you,” she snaps.

Leila turns to look at Ana. “I had my instructions, Mrs. Grey. I disobeyed them.” She glances at me,

then back to my wife. “This is the Christian Grey I know,” she says, and her tone is almost wistful.

What?

That’s not fair.

We role-played a relationship, for fuck’s sake. And the last time she was in a room with my wife, she

had her at gunpoint! I will go to the ends of the earth to keep Anastasia safe. Leila rises, and I want to

leap to my own defense, but if that’s how she’d like to rewrite history, then so be it. I don’t give a flying

fuck.

“I’d like to stay until tomorrow. My flight is at noon,” she states.

“I’ll have someone collect you at ten to take you to the airport.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re at Susannah’s?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Leila turns to Ana. “Good-bye, Mrs. Grey. Thank you for seeing me.”

Ana rises and holds out her hand, and they shake. “Um, good-bye. Good luck,” she says.

Leila nods with a faint, sincere smile and turns to me. “Good-bye, Christian.”

“Good-bye, Leila. Dr. Flynn, remember.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I open the door for her to leave, but she pauses in front of me. “I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve to

be,” she says, and then she’s out the door. I watch her leave, baffled by our exchange.

What the hell was that all about?

I close the door and, taking a deep breath, turn to face my wife.

“Don’t even think about being angry with me,” she snarls. “Call Claude Bastille and kick the shit out of

him, or go see Flynn.” Her cheeks pink with her rising anger.

Wow. Attack as the first form of defense.

But that’s not what this is about.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this.”

“Do what?” she spits at me.

“Defy me.”

“No, I didn’t. I said I’d be more considerate. I told you she was here. I had Prescott search her, and

your other little friend, too. Prescott was with me the entire time. Now you’ve fired the poor woman,

when she was only doing what I asked.” Ana is on a roll. “I told you not to worry, yet here you are. I

don’t remember receiving your papal bull decreeing that I couldn’t see Leila. I didn’t know that my

visitors were subject to a proscribed list.” She’s mad, really mad, her voice rising and her eyes flashing

with righteous indignation.

Impressive, Mrs. Grey.

I marvel at how she always stands up to me and remains as disarming as ever. And she’s funny,

sucking the venom of the room with her choice of words. “Papal bull?” I ask, because it’s the most

amusing and disrespectful thing I’ve heard in a while, and I hope to raise a smile.

Ana remains stony-faced.

Shit. “What?” I ask, exasperated. I had hoped that we could move on, now that she’s got everything off

her chest.

“You. Why were you so callous toward her?”

What? I wasn’t callous, I was mad. She shouldn’t be here.

Hell.

Sighing, I lean against the table. “Anastasia, you don’t understand. Leila, Susannah—all of them—they

were a pleasant, diverting pastime. But that’s all. You are the center of my universe. And the last time

you two were in a room together, she had you at gunpoint. I don’t want her anywhere near you.”

“But, Christian, she was ill.”

“I know that, and I know she’s better now, but I’m not giving her the benefit of the doubt anymore. What

she did was unforgivable.”

“But you’ve just played right into her hands. She wanted to see you again, and she knew you’d come

running if she came to see me.”

I shrug. “I don’t want you tainted with my old life.”

Ana frowns. “Christian, you are who you are because of your old life, your new life, whatever. What

touches you touches me. I accepted that when I agreed to marry you, because I love you.”

Where is she going with this?

Her expression is raw, full of compassion. NôvelDrama.Org content.

But this time it’s not for me, but for Leila.

Who knew Leila would find an advocate in my wife?

“She didn’t hurt me. She loves you, too.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

And no, she doesn’t love me. How could she?

Leila knows only too well what I’m capable of…

Ana stares at me as if she’s seeing me for the first time.

Oh, baby. I told you a long time ago. Fifty Shades.

“Why are you championing her cause all of a sudden?” I ask, baffled.

“Look, Christian, I don’t think Leila and I will be swapping recipes and knitting patterns anytime soon.

But I didn’t think you’d be so heartless to her.”

“I told you once, I don’t have a heart,” I mutter, and even to my own ears I sound petulant.

She rolls her eyes. “That’s just not true, Christian. You’re being ridiculous. You do care about her. You

wouldn’t be paying for art classes and the rest of that stuff if you didn’t.”

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