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.

was distant, he was impossible to approach. But when

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And that scent-clean, subtle-always seemed to sneak up on her, lodging itself somewhere between memory and emotion. From afar, it was manageable.

true that desire could

and break whatever moment had begun to form when Kristian

"Freya."

as

he asked suddenly, his voice softer, touched with

whenever Kristian spoke to her in that quiet, gentle tone, her gaze would instinctively drift to his face, and her

Just like now.

it much thought, she answered,

Kristian said, the corners of his lips

as if to tousle her hair, but stopped midway, remembering the distance that still

fond of casual affection from those she wasn't close to but when he stopped, it

strange

go as expected, it

his gesture, now found herself giving silent credit

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

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

it, Kristian didn't push. He understood where to

them home himself,

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

question it, assuming he needed Gerard to bring him

after,

live in the same

moment Gerard stepped through the door and

Had Kristian patched

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168 She Couldn't Figure

Kristian explained, his

them home."

caught on

mouth to decline, but neither of them gave

the back seat, and

to look back at Kristian, who stood silently watching them leave. Her usual sense of clarity slowly crept