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.

started, hoping to get

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

to? I can

keys in hand. He didn’t have a destination. He

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Kristian went rigid,

into a thin line, his heart a jumbled mess, and he turned toward her

been smashed by a sledgehammer. The sight of Freya’s fingers intertwined with Ellis’s was

the shift in his mood—subtle but sharp.

swallowed the lump in his throat but stayed silent. He slowly rose to his feet, though the few steps

I came along with him,” he said. His voice was raspy, his gaze fixed on her delicate, radiant face, unwilling to pull away. “You’re usually asleep by this hour. Why…” He

for a walk,” Freya replied