She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 779:

Yet with both men tight-lipped, she let it lie.

“Alright, we’ll get going then.” Her tone was calm, her poise unshaken.

“Thanks for tonight. Good night.”

“Good night.”

And with that, the conversation came to a close.

Freya led Kristian away.

This wasn’t how Kristian expected things to unfold. By all accounts, Freya should have pressed harder, especially when the pieces didn’t fit together. If she couldn’t pull the truth from them, she should at least be suspicious. After all, his performance had left no cracks. So what was she waiting for?

As she walked him to his room, Freya noticed the unease still clinging to Kristian like a second skin. “Kristian,” she began.

He looked up.

Her voice softened, the way one speaks to a child with a scraped knee. “Don’t be afraid of Ellis. He’s not someone to fear. If anything ever bothers you, come to me. Promise?”

“…Okay.” His voice was laced with grievance, faint but heartrending. Freya didn’t push further. She patted his shoulder. “Go wash up and get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll go see Lawrence for a check-up.”noveldrama

“Freya.” Kristian raised his eyes to her again.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Can you promise not to leave me alone with the mister next door anymore?” His words trembled, full of crafted fear. “I’m scared.”

“Alright,” Freya said without hesitation. She didn’t want to trouble Ellis further anyway. If necessary, she’d ask Gerard or a bodyguard to stay nearby.

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝔂 𝓈𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝗀𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝗲𝗅𝘀．𝚌𝗈𝗺

“Freya,” Kristian called once more.

She turned to him.

He hesitated, twisting his fingers nervously. “What kind of person do you think that mister is?”

“He’s a good man,” Freya answered without missing a beat.

Kristian looked away briefly, then asked again, “And me?”

For a split second, doubt flickered in Freya’s mind—an instinct without a name.

But then their eyes met, and it faded away. His gaze was as unguarded and innocent as any child’s.

“You’re a good boy,” she said with gentle affirmation. “Very well-behaved.”

Kristian’s mood lifted—but not for long.

The words twisted in his mind. Ellis was “a good man.” He was merely a “well-behaved boy.” Was that Freya’s way of showing who mattered more?

“It’s late now. Time to rest. Good night,” Freya said. Consoling others wasn’t her strong suit, and when it came to Kristian, the lines were always blurry.

“Good night,” he murmured.

Once she saw he had settled, she turned and returned to her room. If Kristian were truly a child, she might have asked more, dug deeper, shown more care.

But nothing about him was simple.

He had once saved her life on Butterfly Island. It was a debt written in blood, not easily erased.

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