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.

approach. But

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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 memory and emotion. From afar, it was manageable. Up close, it left her

indeed true that desire

moment

"Freya."

composed as ever, untouched by

actually together?" he asked suddenly, his voice

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

Just like now.

giving it much thought,

of his lips lifting into the faintest

remembering the distance that still existed between them. After a second's pause, he let his hand fall

fond of casual affection from those she wasn't

strange

something didn't go as expected,

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

voice calm and clear on

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

Kristian didn't push.

originally intended to escort them home himself,

But recalling the drinks he'd had, he borrowed

didn't question it, assuming he needed Gerard to bring him a

after, Gerard

to live in the same

stepped through the door and

was happening? Had Kristian patched things up with

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Couldn't

his deep voice laced with a

them home."

caught on quickly. "Of

opened her mouth to decline, but neither

got Alan settled in the back seat, and

the car pulled away, she turned to look back at Kristian, who stood silently watching them leave. Her usual sense of clarity