She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 750:

“Don’t bother, then,” Kristian said stiffly, his eyes clouded darker than a stormy sea, nearly impossible to read. When he realized Freya truly hadn’t made the call, he turned on his heel and disappeared back into his room, shutting himself away without so much as a glance back.

Freya couldn’t help but wonder at his reaction. She itched to grab her phone and fire off a message to Isaac, asking what on earth he had said to him, but just as her fingers hovered over the screen, Isaac’s name flashed across it, calling her instead.

“Kristian went back to his room, didn’t he?” Isaac wasted no time, his voice cutting straight to the heart of it.

“He did!” Freya cast a wary glance around the living room. For a split second, she genuinely wondered if Isaac had bugged the place.

“I’ll swing by to see him after the company’s annual party in a couple of days,” Isaac told her, his voice steady. “He’s really not the same kid he used to be.”

Freya agreed easily, “Alright. Just let me know when you’re coming and I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

“Okay.”

Freya’s heart

a case of simple amnesia, maybe, like Lawrence had said, Kristian would heal with time. Maybe one morning he’d wake up and

now, the Kristian in her place

and with the company’s

determined to make breakfast. However, he was met with an unexpected obstacle—the kitchen door was firmly

there, frowning at the door, trying the handle again and again, but it wouldn’t

𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀꞉ⅽ𝗈𝗆

the day before, she shuffled out in her pajamas, her

at the sound of her voice. Instinctively, he turned

said, her voice thick with sleep. “Be good and go

my

hurt your hands even worse,” Freya replied

gaze slowly, his eyes searching her face

trying to soothe him. “If you want anything or need anything, just tell

office with you?” Kristian