She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 290 You're Seriously Not Even A Litt...

Freya gave a nod. "Alright."

With that single word, Lawrence finally let himself breathe. He trusted K would keep her promise.

"The things I told you at the hospital-he asked me to pass them along in advance," Lawrence explained, laying it all bare. "On the way to the hospital, he came to for just a moment. As soon as he opened his eyes, he told me to make sure you heard those words if things took turn for the worse."

Freya's brows drew together in a faint furrow.

Lawrence continued, "He didn't want you to carry guilt or blame yourself. In his mind, he was just doing what he had to."

"So... he never really woke up in the hospital?" Freya put the pieces together herself.

"Not only did he not wake up," Lawrence admitted, now that there was no reason to hold back, "but his condition was critical. If I hadn't been the one treating him later, he'd be buried by now."

Freya fell silent, unable to put the rush of emotion into words.

"I don't know what exactly went down between you two," Lawrence said, taking a step back from the situation, "but judging by the way Kristian acted after he got hurt-he loves you, Freya. More than anything."

He couldn't help but respect Kristian. Even in that condition, Kristian had clawed his way back to consciousness just to give out final instructions. It was downright miraculous.

"And what about blocking my contact?" Freya's thoughts circled back to that moment.

"He didn't want you to catch on. So he gave me his phone password," Lawrence said plainly. "He told me exactly when to delete you-and when to tell you the rest."

Freya glanced at the closed door ahead, her heart a tangle of feelings, too messy to sort out.

Lawrence added, "You don't have to worry about him clinging on. From what he told me, if you don't want anything from him, he won't bother you again."

Sometimes, Kristian really was a walking contradiction. In business, he was razor-sharp, a man who never second-guessed himself. But when it came to love, he swung from one extreme to the other. He'd either follow his own impulses or put someone else's feelings above all else. And strangely enough, with Freya, both

extremes had manifested.

"Got it," Freya murmured.

"So you're taking him with you by choice?" Lawrence asked, still a little wary.

Freya to think this had been some kind of

know when he might need a favor,

a soft hum

signing the discharge papers,

sat in the passenger seat in absolute silence. Every so often, though, he'd steal a

with tension, unease, and a touch

are my sister, right?" he

focus on

his hands, then asked in a soft, uncertain

shoved aside the tangle of

do you say

a low voice, the innocence in

"When we get home, take a shower

dad tomorrow to come pick you

nothing. He simply lowered his head, quiet and

thought looped through his mind-his sister

Kristian anymore. After all, he'd gotten hurt saving her. The least she could do was take care of him until he

And she didn't know how to answer. If she treated him like a child and tried to comfort him, what if he recovered and took it as a sign she

At that age, kids picked

thought, Freya drove them into

of the car, Kristian followed closely

entered the elevator and rode it up to

have it, just as they stepped out, they ran into Ellis, who

eyes widened in sheer

was Freya suddenly

he can

his posture and expression. "Lawrence

clipped. "Now we just wait

he'd missed a chapter-or

and decided to wrap things up. Tm taking him in

replied in his low, even voice. "Let me know if you need anything Freya nodded and led Kristian

behind them, Frederick turned to Ellis with a look that could only be

"Captain, you're seriously not even a little