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

only then returned to the

Alan had

aching head, sitting up

every direction as

apartment, he relaxed

brought

he headed to the bathroom. Music started playing as he stepped into the hot shower, hoping to

was awake and sat waiting for breakfast to arrive. Her cousin's lifestyle mirrored hers. After college, both had opted to live alone. She glanced at the slightly chaotic living room

never seen his space in disarray. Last night had been

thought, Alan was having

long hair clinging to the

His mind went blank.

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

implications hit him like a ton of bricks. Toby usually carried him home after a night of

brought him home? The idea rattled him

Toby let a woman take him home? How would she even know where he lived? Or worse-had

more he thought, the deeper

clean reputation, and this situation was like a stain

hour had passed. Still no sign of Alan. Frowning, she approached the bathroom door. The

fainted? Slipped

she called, concern sharpening her

voice filtered through the

screamed,

the sudden female voice.

blinked in confusion. What in the

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he had blacked out again, she pressed gently,

Alan froze.

like Freya's. Could it

called out

here," Freya answered

relief, the

goodness. It

feared he had brought a