She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 843:

Kristian followed Freya’s guidance like a ship heeding its lighthouse.

“When did you start mimicking Freya’s playing style?” Lionel asked, eyebrows arched in suspicion. “Have you been practicing with her in Alerith all this time?”

“I knew you missed her,” Kristian replied smoothly, “so I studied her approach. Thought I’d play in her place, keep you company in her stead.”

“Hmph,” Lionel huffed, though his tone had softened into something resembling affection. “Had you listened to me back then, you wouldn’t be picking up broken pieces now. Foolish.”

“You’re right,” Kristian agreed, his tone respectful.

Lionel shot him a glare.

Once, he could scold Kristian and vent his anger, but now the young man’s placid replies turned every sharp word into a boomerang.

It only made Lionel more exasperated.

played two

Lionel’s tone wavered with unspoken feeling. “Do you… still want Freya

“Yes.”

not afraid of

matter how many hurdles lie ahead, I’ll do everything I can

ached with absence. Since Freya left, something in the rhythm of his days had faltered. “She was a treasure,” he muttered, barely above a whisper. “And

his family. Then, she would’ve been by his side always. And Kristian, as his grandson-in-law, would often

two young folks were together or

had written a different

“Kristian.”

Freya,” Lionel said quietly, fingers fiddling with a chess piece as he stared beyond the board, seeing instead the memory of

Kristian froze.

listening in, felt her breath catch in her

did you let her go?” Lionel’s voice quivered, each word tinged with age and regret. “She was…

sudden urge to book a ticket to Jeucwell and meet the