She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 168

Chapter 168 She Couldn't Figure Out Kristian's...

Facing the gentle Kristian, Freya couldn't bring herself to get angry or confront him outright.

She slowly withdrew her hand and sank down beside him. "Go ahead," she murmured.

Kristian's lips pressed into a hard line.

His deep, shadowed eyes stayed locked on Freya, weighing each word in his head, determined not to say anything that might push her away.

"Didn't you have something to say?" Freya asked, her lips parting just slightly when she noticed his silence.

"It's nothing." Kristian lingered in hesitation, unable to bring himself to speak. After a long pause, he finally stood up from the sofa and said, "You take care of him. I'll clean up."

"I'll handle it. He's my cousin-his mess, my responsibility," Freya replied, sensing something off about him but choosing not to press.

This time, Kristian didn't try to stop her.

Together, they quietly busied themselves, putting things back in order piece by piece.

Knowing all too well how particular Kristian was about cleanliness, Freya asked where the spare bed sheets and blanket were. After he pointed them out, she replaced the ones in the master bedroom that Alan had ruined.

By the time Kristian had finished tidying the rest of the place, he looked up to see Freya still moving around, her silhouette weaving gently through the room.

He walked over and took the blanket from her hands, his voice composed and even. "The guest room's ready. Go wash up and get some sleep."

He hadn't forgotten how religiously Freya stuck to her sleep schedule.

"No..." Freya began, but before the words could fully leave her lips, Kristian was already standing beside her.

His shoulder brushed lightly against hers, and she caught that familiar, crisp scent that clung to him.

Just as she moved to step away, Kristian reached out and took the blanket from her hands, starting to make the bed himself.

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Freya shifted slightly to the side and let him finish.

She wasn't one to get swept up in sentimentality, but right then, something about Kristian's quiet gestures

reminded her of warmth once shared.

impossible to approach. But when he was gentle,

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his striking features, polished manners, and athletic frame, Kristian carried himself with an air of refinement. And that scent-clean, subtle-always seemed to sneak up on her, lodging itself somewhere between

was indeed true that desire could be

just about to leave and break whatever moment had begun to form when

"Freya."

composed as ever, untouched by

asked suddenly, his voice softer, touched with something almost

her in that quiet, gentle tone, her gaze would instinctively drift to his face,

Just like now.

giving it much

the corners of his lips lifting into the

his hand, as if to tousle her hair, but stopped midway, remembering the distance that still existed between them. After a second's

from those she wasn't close to but when

were strange that

go as expected, it somehow left a deeper

yet Freya, who'd been ready to reject his gesture, now found herself giving silent credit to Kristian for knowing

calm and clear on the boundaries.

no plans to stay the night. "No need. I'll just take

was set on it, Kristian didn't push.

intended to escort them home himself, knowing

woman to be out late. But recalling the drinks he'd had, he borrowed

he needed

long after, Gerard

arranged for Gerard to live in the same building for ease

stepped through the door and saw Freya, he froze. "Ms.

the world was happening? Had Kristian patched things up with

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pick up her cousin," Kristian explained, his deep voice laced with a

them home."

caught on

decline, but neither of them gave her

the back seat,

pulled away, she turned to look back at Kristian, who stood silently watching