She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 434:

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. But the longer he stood there, the more out of place it felt—like he’d stepped into it for the very first time.

After several minutes of wandering and quiet unease, Alan considered checking on Freya’s progress. However, as he turned to leave, his eyes caught a glimpse of something unsettling—a security camera, its lens unblinkingly omniscient.

His heart skipped a beat.

The camera might have captured every moment from the previous night.

Just as his nerves were starting to settle, a fresh wave of anxiety hit Alan—how on earth was he supposed to ask Kristian to delete the footage?

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

like menacing sentinels, while Kristian regarded them with

to check unless a break-in shattered

of ten o’clock, Freya had

his unblemished chat records washed a wave of relief over him. “Thank you,” he murmured, a rare softness touching his

hesitated, her thoughts drifting to Alan’s recent turmoil. “Alan

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reserved demeanor. “It’s no big deal. Please, don’t worry about it,” he assured her, his

a dangerous thing, his allure—when he wasn’t cloaked in his usual cold indifference, he

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

mind going blank as her mouth refused to

be right. The phone alone costs way more

into a smirk. “Then make

with a sigh,

his chiseled face locked in a