She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Don't Bottle Everything Up

"Is that so?" Gerard asked, his eyebrows arching in surprise. Without his usual glasses, his features softened, giving him a more congenial appearance.

Melvin maintained his usual composed demeanor. "Indeed."

"Fine," Gerard conceded with a slight nod. He added, his voice tinged with concern, "If you find yourself in a

bad mood later, come and talk to me. It's important not to bottle everything up." "Understood," Melvin responded succinctly, his words as sparse as ever.

He didn't stay much longer, swiftly grabbing his phone and exiting the hotel.

Gerard watched the door close behind Melvin, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Was Melvin under the impression he didn't catch on to his little interrogation?

Choosing not to rise, Gerard massaged his temples, still clouded with sleepiness, and drew the blanket up to

his chin, deciding to get some more rest. After all, Melvin had already taken care of his leave arrangements.

As he settled back against his pillows, his mind replayed the events of the previous night.

Though intoxicated, he wasn't oblivious.

He distinctly remembered Melvin's attempts to coax information from him. Normally, he would have clamped up, divulging nothing.

But this was Melvin, a friend from his younger days.

Moreover, Gerard felt it wasn't right to keep silent about Kristian and Freya's issue. If Melvin inquired, he would share the details. Whether Melvin chose to inform Freya, however, was another matter entirely.

Kristian would have his objections, and if it came to that, Gerard was ready to face them head-on. With these worries brushed aside, he surrendered to a profound slumber.

By the time Melvin reached his office, the clock had struck eleven.

Freya had just finished her work when her eyes landed on him. "Weren't you supposed to be off today?"

Her earlier morning had involved approving Melvin's request for leave.

"It's resolved now," Melvin said, his gaze locking with Freya's, laden with unspoken thoughts.

He wrestled with the thought of telling her the truth.

He might've made a drunken promise to Kristian not to tell Freya, but looking into her eyes now, the guilt

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made lying feel impossible.

in his demeanor. "If you're still feeling the effects of last night, perhaps you should head home and

addressing her formally. "Ms. Briggs." "Yes?" she

know what was discussed between Kristian and your grandpa?"

curious." Freya confessed, her honesty unguarded. "Were you unable to learn

Melvin remained tight-lipped.

Freya shrugged slightly. "You didn't have to go through the trouble. I've been thinking,

to coax secrets out of Gerard just for

shown her kindness and respect. If he'd let something slip while drunk, the blame would fall squarely on him, and she couldn't bear the

did get it out of him." There was no attempt to sugarcoat it-he couldn't bring himself to lie

brows lifting in mild

slightly as she studied his face. "You seem...

help but

typically a paragon of efficiency and emotional control, seemed uncharacteristically hesitant

much thought, I know what Kristian discussed with your grandpa," Melvin finally said, his words. measured.

revelation might have

if he wasn't going

companion since the early days of Anita

if he chose to keep it

need to, then." Freya's voice was even,

with me when you're ready. However, if their discussion brings any complications, I'm counting on you to help

aren't upset with me?" Melvin's voice wavered slightly, a rare break in his

marked a shift from his years of unwavering compliance to

soothing. "And now that

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Melvin affirmed with a

not to disclose anything until she expressed a genuine

know.

all, Kristian's actions were inconsequential, and sharing them would only burden her with

settles it then," Freya declared, her trust in Melvin palpable. "Take a short break before you dive back

work."

replied, though he had no real

turned her attention elsewhere, Melvin set about tackling

tasks.

the lunch he'd ordered

she was about to dig in, her phone rang. It was Gerard. She caught Melvin's

"Ms. Briggs."

"It's me."

Melvin back

"Yes, he's here."