She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 907:

Kristian went quiet.

He understood what was coming for him, but that didn’t mean he was ready to face it—not the leaving, not the vanishing, and certainly not saying goodbye to Freya.

The rest of the ride passed in silence. Kristian kept to himself, and Freya didn’t speak either. The bodyguard drove them to the hospital without delay.

While Kristian was being treated, Freya’s phone buzzed—it was a message from Ellis, asking where she was. She didn’t hesitate; she told him the truth.

Half an hour later, Ellis showed up at the hospital.

Freya was still waiting outside the treatment room when she spotted him.

He crossed the hallway with long strides. His eyes swept to the closed door before he turned to her, his voice deep and edged with worry.

“Why are you at the hospital?”

explained everything, leaving

leaned on others often, but at that moment, she was completely

but neither had Kristian. The harsh truth was that only one

Ellis said, gently

everything he’d uncovered, but as soon as he touched her hand, he frowned. “Your hands are freezing. Are you

blinked, unsure how to respond. It was winter—weren’t cold hands just part of the

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨 — 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙩

word, Ellis unwound his scarf and wrapped it around her neck, snug and warm. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out

stared, caught off guard.

she didn’t move to take it, Ellis placed it gently

her fingers and up the backs of

murmured, his voice calm and steady as he

answered softly, not pulling

oddly hushed. Only

of Ellis’s touch. Her breath caught for no clear reason,

she said, pressing her lips together, awkward in the unfamiliar closeness. “My hands