She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 775:

“When we get back, go wash up and change,” Ellis told her, offering no elaboration. “I’ll cook for him. You can come get him when you’re done.”

“No,” Kristian cut in. “I want to stay with Freya.” No one acknowledged him.

Ellis kept his eyes on the road, while Freya sat quietly, trying to figure out what had shifted in his mood.

Their cold dismissal only made Kristian cling harder. A single thought echoed in his mind. Freya belonged to him.

It was nearly eleven when they reached their destination.

Freya debated staying with Kristian, maybe even watching him finish his supper, but Ellis firmly insisted she go shower at her home first. Knowing just how resolute Ellis could be, Freya gently urged Kristian to eat properly and turned to go.

“Freya, I don’t want to eat,” Kristian said, clinging to her hand, his gaze flicking nervously to Ellis. “Don’t leave me alone with him. I’m scared.”

Freya blinked. Scared?

His behavior tonight struck her as odd, but she chalked it up to the stress of spending the day with Gerard.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Ellis is a kind person.”noveldrama

“I don’t want it!” Kristian shook his head firmly, full of refusal. “Just go. I’ll make sure he eats,” Ellis told Freya, then leaned in and lowered his voice. “If you keep caving in, he’ll only demand more.”

“He’s only a five-year-old mentally,” Freya reminded him quietly.

“Do you want him to become dependent on you?”

“No,” she answered instinctively.

Ellis glanced over at Kristian, who looked absolutely crushed, then whispered, “If you don’t want him clinging to you every second, trust me. Let me handle it, alright?”

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She did trust him. But she just didn’t want Kristian to break down in tears.

She looked from Ellis to the sullen figure beside her, then finally said, “Go eat with Ellis first. I’ll come find you after I’ve washed up.” Kristian looked ready to argue, but Ellis had already taken the lead, steering him inside before he had the chance.

As the door shut behind her and Freya disappeared from view, Kristian turned to Ellis with a hard, petulant glare. “Let me out—I don’t want to be alone with you.”

“I know,” Ellis said as he locked the door with a click, ensuring Kristian had no way to slip out. “Trust me, I’m not exactly thrilled about being stuck here with you either.”

“Then why are you locking me in?” Kristian shot back, his voice rising with the petulance of a willful child.

Ellis held his gaze, eyes steady.

Their stares clashed, like flint meeting steel. The tension was thick in the air.

“You are in love with Freya,” Kristian suddenly snapped, the words tumbling out in a deliberate attempt to get under his skin. “Too bad for you—while I’m still breathing, I’m not letting you get anywhere near her. Not in this lifetime.”

“Kristian Shaw,” Ellis said coolly, “that’s something you should be telling yourself.”

He’d already started piecing things together back in the car. From how Kristian had behaved earlier, it didn’t add up—he would never defy Freya, not when he was so terrified she might send him away. At the time, Ellis had chalked it up to Kristian missing her after being apart so long.

But now? He was almost certain. Kristian’s mental faculties had probably recovered.

Kristian didn’t flinch under the scrutiny. Instead, he pressed on, “Why are you suddenly so serious? That’s horrible. Freya won’t like it.”

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