She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 850:

More than an hour passed, and he didn’t come looking for her.

At lunch, he barely touched his food, nibbling on a few bites before pushing it away.

Freya wished he’d eat a little more, but sensing his mood, she expected his excuse about not having an appetite and didn’t press him. After all, the house was always stocked with snacks, fruit, and drinks.

After lunch, Freya retreated to the study to deal with some work, deciding not to worry about what Kristian might be up to. She believed he should be mature enough not to get into trouble.

And so, the afternoon drifted by with neither of them disturbing the other.

That evening, after dinner, they sat in the living room for a while, watching television in comfortable silence before each retired to their respective rooms.

That’s when the calm was shattered.

A sharp scream tore through the stillness.

of bed, yanked open her door, and hadn’t even knocked on Kristian’s when she saw him already racing out,

happened?” Freya asked, her voice steady, trying to soothe

himself against her, trembling. “There’s so much blood in

drew together. She rested a hand on his shoulder, her demeanor composed. “Wait here. I’ll

tightly to her arm, his voice shaking.

on every light in the living room,

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No matter how much she reassured him,

room. The moment she opened the door, the sight stopped her cold—blood spattered

was an unsettling

on the light to examine it more clearly—only to watch the

“Freya…”

you do in the room

answered earnestly. “After lunch, I took a nap, then went out to buy a few things.

Freya was taken aback.

coming from his room earlier that