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

ordered breakfast, and only then returned to the bedroom

Alan had

head, sitting up groggily on the

every direction as he blinked

in his own apartment, he relaxed and rubbed his head again,

assumed Toby had brought him

Music started playing as he stepped into the hot shower, hoping to wash away the fog

cousin's lifestyle mirrored hers. After college, both had opted to live alone. She glanced at the slightly chaotic living room and couldn't help but think

not, she had never seen his space in disarray. Last night

was having

he spotted a long hair

His mind went blank.

him like a bolt of lightning: someone else

usually carried him home after a night of drinking. But this

brought him home? The idea rattled him to

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

the deeper he sank

this situation

sign of Alan. Frowning, she approached the bathroom

fainted? Slipped and

concern

filtered through the music, Alan nearly jumped

He screamed,

the sudden female voice.

confusion. What in

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blacked out again, she pressed gently, "Are

Alan froze.

like Freya's. Could it

called out

here," Freya answered clearly, choosing precision

with relief, the weight lifting

It

feared he had brought a stranger home and sealed his