She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 665:

Kristian didn’t follow up. He simply gazed at her—her flushed cheeks, the curve of her lips, the tenderness in her eyes that, at that moment, saw only him.

If this was how he died, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.

That thought brought a faint smile to his lips, and the pain in his back dulled ever so slightly.

“What is it?” Freya asked when his silence lingered.

“Nothing. I just felt like saying your name.” Kristian’s voice was as soft as silk, his eyes never leaving hers. “After everything I’ve done to you, we haven’t had a single quiet moment like this.”

Freya pressed her lips together, unsure how to respond. Words weren’t her strong suit.

Kristian could feel the strength leaving his limbs, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. But he wouldn’t let them close—not yet. He was afraid if he did, he might never see her again.

the color draining from his face. “You should

murmured, his

Time crept by.

the yacht to a gentle stop. Standing onshore, he addressed

“Thank you,” Freya replied.

the car, intending

Lawrence blocked her with a raised hand. “From this point on, he’s in my care. You don’t need

running a high fever,”

in the best doctors

his gaze, unyielding. She didn’t

the fever. If not for

dismissive gesture, silently telling him to move aside, then turned to Freya. “You should go on ahead. I have a few things I need to

trouble,” Freya warned, her eyes

“Ms. Briggs, isn’t it a