She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 167

Chapter 167 A Strange, Nostalgic Feeling -

Kristian's brow tightened just a bit, a shadow of irritation crossing his face. Why was Alan so full of energy after getting drunk?

He crouched and tugged the towel from Alan's mouth, his every move laced with an arctic chill. "What is it now?*

"I have to pee!" Alan burst out, desperation clinging to every syllable.

Kristian cast a glance at the rope he'd painstakingly tracked down earlier, inwardly groaning at the thought of untying it.

After silently repeating to himself that this buffoon was Freya's cousin, he finally gave in and loosened the knots, freeing Alan from the blanket.

Alan bolted toward the bathroom like a man possessed.

Kristian remained standing there, his expression unreadable, brows drawn tightly together. He found it nearly impossible to align this disheveled mess of a man with the usually sharp, polished president of the Briggs Group. Was Alan always this childish?

As those thoughts circled in Kristian's mind, the sound of the doorbell pierced the silence.

The tension in Kristian's shoulders eased ever so slightly as he headed over, assuming it must be Freya.

But the second he opened the door, a sharp voice, laced with irritation, cut through the night. "Seriously, what's going on in there? It's the middle of the night-"

The words stopped dead the moment the man caught sight of Kristian's face and the sheer, commanding force he radiated.

That presence-"intimidating" didn't even begin to cover it.

"Is there a problem?" Kristian asked coolly, voice low and detached, his lips barely moving.

Clad in a tailored suit and standing like he owned the world, he looked every inch the composed, no-nonsense corporate giant.

The man and woman at the door exchanged nervous glances, visibly rattled by the intensity in front of them. The man coughed awkwardly, eyes drifting past Kristian to the absolute chaos inside the apartment. After a beat of hesitation, he muttered, "Just... maybe try to keep it down? It's been a little loud."

"My apologies," Kristian said smoothly, voice laced with polite civility. "We'll be more considerate."

"Alright then," the couple mumbled hastily before making their retreat, still shaken for reasons they couldn't quite explain.

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right, but somehow, standing in front of

as the elevator dinged, Freya stepped out, her strides quick

she was there to

surprise, Freya walked straight to the apartment door, and Krian, without

frozen, their minds

a story out of what they'd just seen, but

a secret

so civil. Yet if it wasn't that, what the hell was

to decode the mystery and headed back

instinctively pinched the bridge of her

is he?" she asked, trying to keep a

subtly toward the bedroom.

his eyes locking with hers. "No rush. He's...

He's using

mid-step, and nodded

today," Freya said, glancing around at the mess, genuine remorse in her voice. "I'll have a cleaning service come by first

replied, his voice

Freya hesitated.

had always been a bit of a germaphobe with a serious sense

listing every minor offense like a detailed report. But tonight, he was brushing it off like it

Alan scare you?" Freya asked, trying to figure out what had

"He's out now. I'll check on him first." Kristian didn't trust what Alan might get up to in his

Alan said as he

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turned to Freya and gave her a quiet nod,

and the moment Alan saw her, he charged at her and pulled her into a tight hug. "Mina! Thank

Kristian stood in silence, caught

made peace with him," Freya said, humoring Alan's drunken delusions, her voice calm and flat. "Now sit down. I'll whip up