She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 290 You're Seriously Not Even A Litt.....

Freya gave a nod. "Alright." With that single word, Lawrence finally let himself breathe. He trusted K would keep her promise.

"The things I told you at the hospital-he askedto pass them along in advance," Lawrence explained, laying it all bare. "On the way to the hospital, he cto for just a moment. As soon as he opened his eyes, he toldto make sure you heard those words if things took turn for the worse." Freya's brows drew together in a faint furrow.

Lawrence continued, "He didn't want you to carry guilt or blyourself. In his mind, he was just doing what he had to." "So... he never really woke up in the hospital?" Freya put the pieces together herself.

"Not only did he not wake up," Lawrence admitted, now that there was no reason to hold back, "but his condition was critical. If I hadn't been the one treating him later, he'd be buried by now." Freya fell silent, unable to put the rush of emotion into words.

"I don't know what exactly went down between you two," Lawrence said, taking a step back from the situation, "but judging by the way Kristian acted after he got hurt-he loves you, Freya. More than anything." He couldn't help but respect Kristian. Even in that condition, Kristian had clawed his way back to consciousness just to give out final instructions. It was downright miraculous.

"And what about blocking my contact?" Freya's thoughts circled back to that moment.

"He didn't want you to catch on. So he gavehis phone password," Lawrence said plainly. "He toldexactly when to delete you-and when to tell you the rest." Freya glanced at the closed door ahead, her heart a tangle of feelings, too messy to sort out.

Lawrence added, "You don't have to worry about him clinging on. From what he told me, if you don't want anything from him, he won't bother you again." Sometimes, Kristian really was a walking contradiction. In business, he was razor-sharp, a man who never second-guessed himself. But when it cto love, he swung from one extrto the other. He'd either follow his own impulses or put someone else's feelings above all else. And strangely enough, with Freya, both extremes had manifested.

"Got it," Freya murmured.

"So you're taking him with you by choice?" Lawrence asked, still a little wary.

He didn't want Freya to think this had been skind of setup.

Better to play it safe-never know when he might need a favor, and holding a grudge was something K did well. Freya gave a soft hum in reply.

She followed Lawrence to finish signing the discharge papers, then finally took Kristian away from Lawrence's medical facility.

During the ride back, Kristian sat in the passenger seat in absolute silence. Every so often, though, he'd steal a glance at her.

His eyes flickered with tension, unease, and a touch of confusion. He acted just like a little kid.

"You are my sister, right?" he said quietly.

Freya glanced his way, keeping her focus on the road. "Yes. What's in your mind?" Kristian fidgeted with his hands, then asked in a soft, uncertain voice, "Do you not like me?" Freya's heart gave a sharp little jolt. She shoved aside the tangle of thoughts crowding her mind and asked, "Why do you say that?" "Just a feeling," Kristian said in a low voice, the innocence in his tone almost childlike.

"Don't overthink it," Freya said, unsure how to respond. "When we get home, take a shower and get srest. I'll call your dad tomorrow to cpick you up." Kristian said nothing. He simply lowered his head, quiet and withdrawn.

One thought looped through his mind-his sister didn't like him.

Freya didn't know how to handle Kristian anymore. After all, he'd gotten hurt saving her. The least she could do was take care of him until he got better.

But then cquestions like that one. And she didn't know how to answer. If she treated him like a child and tried to comfort him, what if he recovered and took it as a sign she still had feelings? But if she stayed distant, he was so sensitive now. At that age, kids picked up on the tiniest things.

Lost in thought, Freya drove them into the residential complex.

When she got out of the car, Kristian followed closely behind, carrying his belongings, silent as a shadow. They entered the elevator and rode it up to her apartment.

As fate would have it, just as they stepped out, they ran into Ellis, who was seeing Frederick out at his door.

Frederick's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "Freya, you..." What was going on? Why was Freya suddenly back with Kristian? "I brought him back so he can recover," Freya said simply.

Ellis's eyes swept over Kristian, observing his posture and expression. "Lawrence couldn't fix him?" "No," Freya answered, keeping her words clipped. "Now we just wait and hope he gets better on his own." Frederick looked like he'd missed a chapter-or ten.

Freya glanced at Kristian, who stood there silent, and decided to wrap things up. Tm taking him in to rest. "Alright." Ellis replied in his low, even voice. "Letknow if you need anything Freya nodded and led Kristian into her apartment.

As the door shut behind them, Frederick turned to Ellis with a look that could only be described as gleefully nosy. "Captain, you're seriously not even a little worried?" "Worried about what?" Ellis asked, cool and composed, his eyes unreadable.

"Oh, con!" Frederick said, giving him a knowing look. "We all know you have a crush on Freya." Ellis didn't flinch. "And?" Frederick was momentarily speechless.

And? Freya just brought her ex-husband home. Shouldn't Ellis at least act mildly concerned?

"The guy who just walked in with her-that's her ex. They were married for two years, Frederick spelled it out. "He even saved her life once." Ellis's voice stayed completely calm. "I know." From what he'd just seen, Kristian clearly wasn't in his right mind. His gaze, his behavior-it was nothing like the man he had met before.

Frederick almost wanted to applaud him.

Only Ellis could stay this zen with all that going on.

"Just saying-keep your eyes open," Frederick said, not wanting to watch Freya

fall back into old traps. "If Kristian starts trying to win her back, youn might find yourself on the sidelines." "Drive safe," Ellis said.

"Got it." Frederick cast one last glance toward the apartment door as he walked to the elevator.

He made a mental note to fill his friends in. If Kristian even thought about trying something with Freya again, they'd all need to jump in and stop it. At that moment, Freya hadn't checked her phone. She had no idea that the group chat was already blowing up with gossip-everyone was buzzing about her bringing Kristian home.