She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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"Mr. Shaw" Alan greeted with a calm smile, the unease from earlier completely vanished, replaced by a newfound confidence as he stepped forward to greet Kristian.

Kristian responded with a polite nod, his own demeanor reserved, "Mr. Briggs."

After they exchanged a few cordial words, Kristian gestured for Freya and Alan to follow him inside.

The door shut with a soft click behind them, and though Alan's pulse quickened beneath his suit, he forced a calm facade. As both the president of Briggs Group and Freya's cousin, he couldn't afford to let his nerves show

-not now.

Kristian glanced at Freya while leading the way in, his voice casual, yet warm. "Did you manage to grab dinner before coming over?"

Freya nodded, her response brief. "Yes, thank you for asking."

Alan, trailing slightly behind, furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn't recall them stopping for a meal at all. Kristian caught the fleeting look of perplexity on Alan's face but chose not to clarify. Instead, he shifted the conversation towards the task at hand. "Freya, could you assist me with some data transfer?"

"Of course," Freya agreed promptly.

Had the phone been in good condition, backing up the data would've been a breeze.

But with the device nearly beyond repair, Kristian handed the responsibility to Freya-not just for the data, but as a subtle excuse to spend more time with her.

Guiding her toward the study, he watched as she unpacked a small kit and began the tedious process of recovering the data, her fingers working swiftly over the scattered tools.

Kristian remained in the study throughout, never stepping out once, while Alan lingered awkwardly in the hallway, a growing sense of discomfort creeping over him.

Was he really being ignored on purpose by Kristian? Did he really not see how different he was from last night to now? Seriously, how did Kristian manage to keep his cool like that?

As the minutes dragged on, Alan's restlessness grew, prompting him to scrutinize the living room's decor. The stark black, white, and gray palette rendered the space cold and impersonal, like a meticulously curated furniture showroom rather than a home.

It was hard to believe someone lived there; the space felt hollow and stripped of any soul.

His gaze drifted across the room, scanning every corner in search of something that might spark familiarity.

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of place it felt-like he'd stepped into

Alan considered checking on Freya's progress. However, as he turned to leave, his eyes caught a glimpse of

might have captured every moment from the previous

a fresh wave of anxiety hit Alan-how on earth was he supposed

in Alan's chest, but the study remained serene, oblivious to his

the cameras loomed like menacing sentinels, while

watchers-unnecessary to check unless a break-in shattered the peace. By the stroke of ten o'clock, Freya had meticulously restored all

records washed a wave of relief over him. "Thank you," he murmured, a rare softness touching his usually

Freya responded with a courteous nod. She hesitated, her thoughts drifting to Alan's recent turmoil. "Alan is quite sensitive. I apologize for his behavior last

reserved demeanor. "It's no big deal. Please, don't

averted her gaze, feeling the pull of

thing, his allure-when he wasn't cloaked in his usual cold

glanced up. "I'll cover the cost of the damages. Just tell me how

Kristian replied smoothly, his low, velvety voice curling around the words

going blank as her mouth refused to

phone. "That can't be right. The phone alone costs way more than

into a smirk. "Then

said with a sigh, clearly trying to

deep voice rumbled, his chiseled face locked

off guard by his subtle

her phone aside and locked eyes with

are only $999?" She questioned, her eyebrows

Kristian responded, his tone even

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conceded, though her mind

alone catered to her intense aesthetic cravings-those deep-set voices, sculpted hands, tailored suits, crisp shirts, and elegantly long

even the most famed celebrities in

memory flickered through Freya's mind, a remnant from her days of age- watching dramas where a joke had circulated-"If the villain is handsome, his misdeeds are

magnetic. But now, as she

than any villain's, his striking looks and mesmerizing voice made it perilously easy

caught the subtle shift in Freya's demeanor from serene to wary, and though

yet Freya seemed tensed, as if

cut through the

was engrossed in scrutinizing the camera footage. Her call

focus, and he strode