She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 165

Chapter 165 A Drunk Alan

Recalling that Kristian had once gladly accepted the woman sent to him, Toby wondered whether he should tell his boss about this.

While mulling it over, he fired off another message in the group chat. "Maybe it's just some random gossip? Kristian doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who'd pull something like that."

"You can't go by looks. Who knows what he's really like behind closed doors?"

"Pretty sure this one's legit. A few execs who had dinner with him saw him take a woman straight from Edwin." "What a disappointment."

Toby forwarded every one of those comments to himself, planning to show them to his boss the next day. Kristian, completely unaware of the buzz surrounding him, cast a cool glance at the man who'd passed out drunk. With a calm and detached air, he stood up and let Alan slump onto the couch.

Gerard, watching the whole thing, looked puzzled. "Sir, are you..."

"Take Alan to my place," Kristian said with absolute finality.

"You sure about that?" Gerard asked, uncertain.

He knew all too well that Kristian had a serious thing about cleanliness. If you weren't someone he really cared about, you didn't step foot in his home.

And now he was letting Alan stay over?

Kristian's sharp, unreadable stare didn't give anything away. "Yes."

Though Gerard was clearly confused, he didn't push.

He lifted Alan into the car.

That night, Gerard had stayed sober-unlike Kristian and Alan, who had definitely indulged.

What stood out the most was how the night had actually played out. At first, Alan had been the one egging everyone on to drink, but after the first glass, Kristian had taken the reins. Before long, Alan was drinking glass after glass without even realizing it.

By the time the clock struck nine, Gerard had delivered Alan to Kristian's place.

After settling him on the sofa, Gerard hesitated. "So, Mr. Briggs is staying the night?"

"You can go," Kristian said, his tone steady.

"You sure you're okay handling this alone?" Gerard asked, thinking that if Alan puked later, Kristian might completely lose it.

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CANG HAS A Dank Alan

remamed

Gerard gave

more than once

the couch a brief look, but didn't linger. Instead, he pulled out his phone and started typing "How

he'd accepted he had feelings for Freya, he figured it was time to do

good-looking, capable men-it was only a matter of time before someone better than him came

at the search results, his gaze flickering

number, discover shared interests, create chances to meet,

had her

even speak to him right

was so low-key that even when they were together, she rarely showed interest in material things. Aside

the phone onto the table, annoyed. The online advice

took effort. It couldn't be boiled down to

the phone hitting the table startled Alan awake. He sat up slowly, blinking in confusion, clearly unsure of where

a faint smile tugging at

frowned, his head

slow sip of water. "Kristian

name before suddenly leaping to his feet. "I know who you are!" Kristian raised an eyebrow. This was not how he expected the president of Briggs Group to behave when drunk. He calmly set down his glass and locked eyes with the unsteady man. "What exactly

face darkened

There it was again-ex-husband.

me to your place?" Alan barked, his tone heated. "Trying

kept going. "Just

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me into hurting

for his phone, fully intending to call Gerard and have him come drag this man out

it. What on earth had possessed him to bring Alan here on a whim in

you doing?" Alan demanded, yanking the phone from him. His drunken mind was spinning with suspicion. "You better not be threatening

"I was going to order something for your

"Hah."

let out a cold

me! You think that's enough to take me down? I'll get it

cross-legged and began

Kristian was dumbfounded.

the moment, Kristian grabbed his phone again, unlocked it, and scrolled

call, it was snatched out

emboldened, held the phone high like some kind of hero in a fantasy flick. "You thought you could use the time I was

out of nowhere,

to the floor with