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.

he was impossible to approach. But when he was gentle, he was

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And that scent-clean, subtle-always seemed to sneak up on her, lodging itself

that desire could

just about to leave and break whatever moment

"Freya."

it?" Her expression remained as composed as ever, untouched by the tension in the

asked suddenly, his voice

that quiet, gentle tone,

Just like now.

it much

of his lips lifting

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

fond of casual affection from those she wasn't

were strange

didn't go as expected, it somehow left

completely ordinary moment, and yet Freya, who'd been ready to reject his gesture, now found herself giving silent credit to

up and rest," Kristian said, his voice calm and clear on the boundaries. "I'll

had no plans to stay the night. "No

that she was set on it, Kristian didn't push. He understood where

to escort them home himself, knowing it wasn't

out late. But recalling the drinks he'd had, he borrowed Freya's

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

after,

in the

stepped through the door and saw Freya,

Had Kristian patched things

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explained, his deep voice laced with a rare

them home."

on quickly.

opened her mouth to decline, but neither of them gave her the

got Alan settled in the back seat, and Freya climbed in beside

stood silently watching them leave. Her usual sense