She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 169

Chapter 169 A Panic-

Stricken Alan

Kristian didn't need words to know what Gerard was thinking-his face said it all. With a slight curl of his lips, Kristian offered a calm explanation, saying, "The phone accidentally slipped from Alan's hand after he'd had a few drinks."

"That's it?" Gerard raised an eyebrow, his disbelief painting every feature of his face. The phone wasn't just broken-it was demolished beyond all hope of repair. No ordinary fall could've done that kind of damage. This was no accident. It reeked of a scuffle.

"And I stepped on it by mistake after it fell," Kristian lied smoothly, his expression as unreadable as ever. There was a reason behind his fib. Alan was Freya's cousin, and if there was one thing certain about Freya, it was her fierce loyalty. She was like a lioness when it came to protecting her own.

She wouldn't want the world to know her cousin turned into a one-man wrecking crew when he drank. So, Kristian instinctively chose to shield the truth.

Gerard, however, wasn't buying a word of it. He began to roam around the room, inspecting the damage like a detective on the verge of cracking the case.

Kristian's brows drew together as his usual frosty demeanor returned. "What are you doing?"

"Your tiles seem to be a bit... fragile," Gerard said, eyeing a scuff on the floor. "The phone falls once and leaves a mark on the floor. Strange, isn't it?"

Kristian was silent, resisting the urge to sigh. Gerard was growing more annoying by the minute.

After checking the mark and confirming it wasn't going anywhere, Gerard stood, ready to confront his boss with the truth.

But the moment his eyes met Kristian's cold stare, his courage vanished like smoke in the wind.

His tone shifted abruptly, and with a nervous smile, he backpedaled. "It's getting late. I'll bring you a new phone tomorrow. Sleep well."

“Alright,” Kristian replied flatly, not bothering to mask his indifference.

Gerard wisely retreated without another word.

That night, Kristian slept more soundly than he had in days.

Freya, on the other hand, wasn't particular about her sleeping arrangements. A change in surroundings didn't

throw her off.

She was up before Alan the next morning.

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21:25

and only then returned to the

Alan had

head, sitting up groggily on the sofa.

as he

relaxed

brought him

the bathroom. Music started playing as

waiting for breakfast to arrive. Her cousin's lifestyle mirrored hers. After college, both had opted to live

were together or not, she had never seen his space

she was lost in thought, Alan was having

a long hair clinging to the

His mind went blank.

been damp when he walked in, which now struck him like a

usually carried him home after a night of drinking. But this time, he had woken

him home? The

a woman take him home? How would she

thought, the deeper he sank into

this situation

she approached the bathroom door. The water was still running, but

he fainted? Slipped and

she called, concern sharpening her

through the music,

He screamed,

the sudden female voice.

in confusion. What in the world was that

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again, she pressed

Alan froze.

sounded like Freya's. Could it

called out

Freya answered clearly, choosing precision

the

It

had brought a stranger home and sealed his