She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 780:

She lay in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, the past looping in her mind. But some questions, no matter how long she pondered them, offered no answers. Still, she believed it would be what it would be.

While Freya drifted into sleep, Kristian sat awake.noveldrama

After washing up, he perched on the bed, the day’s events playing like a reel in his mind. Then he picked up his phone and sent a message to Gerard. “Find out everything you can about Ellis Lambert.”

Gerard had been halfway to pouring a drink with Melvin when the message appeared.

Melvin noticed the frown settling over Gerard’s face. “Something wrong?” he asked coolly.

“It’s nothing, just…” Gerard hesitated, then flipped the story. “Spam again. No matter how often I block them, they just keep coming.”

“Hand it over. I’ll handle it,” Melvin said flatly.

“No need.” Gerard shut off the phone and set it aside. “Let’s drink.” Like hell he would. If Melvin got wind of that message, Kristian’s cover would be blown in a heartbeat.

Kristian had become a wild card lately—his behavior unpredictable, nothing like the man they once knew. Right now, keeping his head down and waiting for the storm to pass seemed like the only safe move.

Gerard knew that if he ended up pushing Kristian too far, there was no telling what kind of mess might explode from it.

With that thought gnawing at him, his hands moved with urgency as he twisted open the bottle, pouring out a generous glass before handing it to Melvin. “Let’s get this straight right now—tonight doesn’t end until we’re both smashed. You’re drinking too.”

“No problem,” Melvin replied without the slightest hesitation. A lot had gone down lately. There were things weighing on him, nagging thoughts that left him feeling unsure.

They nibbled on their food and drank as they chatted, their conversation light and aimless.

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A few rounds in, the alcohol had already begun to show its colors.

Normally, Melvin wouldn’t dream of letting himself get drunk, but tonight was different—tonight, he needed it. Some things could only be said after a few drinks.

“Melvin.” Already buzzed, Gerard leaned over and clutched Melvin’s arm, blurting out, “Is your company still hiring?”

“We are,” Melvin answered, his voice tinged with a slight slur, and his usually cool expression softening into something almost boyish. “But no more openings for executive assistants.”

“What should I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I lose my job, then what? If I stick around much longer, Kristian’s bound to kick me to the curb.”

If he’d been sober, Melvin would’ve raised an eyebrow.

Right now, Isaac was the one calling the shots at Shaw Group, and Gerard had full rein over its branch in Alerith. There was no way he was actually getting fired.

But Melvin wasn’t in the headspace to question it. “I’ve got you covered,” he said it like it was no big deal. “I’ve got plenty of cash.”

“That won’t fly. If your girlfriend finds out, she’ll definitely think there’s something fishy going on between us.” Gerard pulled a face, pretending to be all upright and proper. “I’m squeaky clean.”

Melvin sat bolt upright, his drunkenness stripping away his usual composure, and suddenly looked like a harmless puppy.

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