She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 950:

“You sure you don’t want to tell Ms. Briggs your memory’s back?” Gerard treaded carefully, his own feelings tangled up after the past few days. “She keeps asking if you’re coming by for dinner. She’s worried sick.”

Kristian felt a stab in his chest, a heavy ache that wouldn’t quit. Memories of Freya’s kindness, her patience, her warmth over the last few weeks hit him like a flood.

He wanted to go back to her. But that door was shut.

“Not now,” Kristian said, his voice thick with fatigue. His eyes hid a storm of pain. “I need time.”

Gerard let it drop and drove him home.

At home, Kristian shut himself in his room. All day, he didn’t touch food or water. When Gerard knocked to call him for dinner, Kristian simply waved him off.

Kristian’s state had Gerard on edge. He considered ringing Freya, but Kristian’s orders were clear—no contact. His hands were tied. At nine that night, Kristian finally stepped out of his room. He looked drained, his face carrying a quiet, hollow grief.

should…” Gerard started, hoping to get

Kristian said, grabbing his car keys, his voice low and far-off. “Call it a night. Don’t

can

that, Kristian walked out, keys in hand. He didn’t

tilted his head up, eyes fixed on the warm

ℛ𝑒𝓅 𝑃erfe𝓬𝓽 ⏺check gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⏼𝒸𝗈m

voice cut through the stillness like a knife. Kristian went rigid, every muscle locking up as if he’d been

lips pressed into a thin line, his heart a jumbled mess, and

by a sledgehammer. The

inside?” Freya caught the shift in his mood—subtle but sharp. Yet, it never crossed her mind that his

slowly rose to his feet,

radiant face, unwilling to pull away. “You’re usually asleep by this hour. Why…” He trailed off, the words hanging unfinished. What she chose to do was

a walk,” Freya replied