She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 782:

When he found out Freya had married and divorced, he’d only been pissed at Kristian for not treating her right. But beyond that, he hadn’t felt much.

Yet when he saw her spending so much time with Ellis, making that man her assistant—he had felt something then.

“What’s wrong?” Gerard poked at his cheek when he noticed him zoning out.

“Nothing,” Melvin answered, unsure how to even start.

Still stuck in guru mode, Gerard pressed, “Alright, then here’s the deal. Ask yourself this: if she ended up with another guy, would that be okay? Would you be cool handing her off to someone else, or do you want to be the one looking after her forever?”

“Either’s fine,” Melvin said with zero hesitation, completely serious.

That sobered Gerard up just a bit. Either was fine?

“If that guy can take care of her, treat her well, make sure she has a happy life—then I’m fine with it,” Melvin finally admitted, the booze loosening his tongue. “But if he can’t, then yeah, I’d be pissed.” Maybe even enough to break them up.

He kept that part to himself, thinking it sounded a little much.

Gerard blinked, then muttered, “Sounds more like you’re just a protective brother.”

Love wasn’t like that—it could be selfish.

If Melvin really loved Freya, even if he stepped aside for her happiness, it would still hurt. He’d still wonder why it couldn’t be him.

But Melvin was calm. No ache. No jealousy. Clearly, it wasn’t love—it was more like a bond of family.

“But I don’t want her to leave me, or push me away,” Melvin said softly.

“That’s normal. You two aren’t blood,” Gerard replied, assuming he was still talking about Freya. “If you two split, that’s it—there’s no bond left. Of course you don’t want to lose her.”noveldrama

Melvin’s eyes flickered. Was that really all there was to it?

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“One more question—have you ever imagined holding hands with her? Cuddling? Or even kissing her?” Gerard asked out of nowhere, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Melvin hesitated for a brief second before blurting out, almost too quickly, “No.”

Freya was his superior—entertaining such notions would be a gross breach of respect and basic decency.

Besides, what he felt wasn’t a desire to possess her for a fleeting moment, but a quiet longing to care for her across a lifetime.

“Seriously? No?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on. We’re close enough—no need to dance around it.” Gerard leaned lazily on one hand, his gaze fixed on Melvin. “Even if you did love her, I wouldn’t laugh.”

“Unless Freya’s hurt, asleep, or in some kind of unusual situation, I wouldn’t hold her close. Otherwise, I just wouldn’t.” Loosened up by the alcohol, Melvin spoke with a rare bluntness. “As for kissing—it never crossed my mind.”

Gerard studied him a little longer. He could tell Melvin wasn’t pretending. He really meant it.

“In that case, I can say with complete certainty—what you feel for her isn’t love,” Gerard said, his tone slightly drawn out from the alcohol. “It’s more like the way you’d care for family.”

The moment those words hit, Melvin’s mind drifted back to all the moments he’d shared with Freya.

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