She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 906:

Kristian squirmed, trying to break free, clutching his chest where the pain was sharpening. Standing at the warehouse door, he rasped, “I’m done for. If Lawrence patches me up again, it might be my last round.”

He didn’t know how much time he had left. But forever wasn’t in the cards.

If Freya had chosen him, he’d have ditched Lawrence’s treatments, happy just to be by her side.

But she didn’t want him.

So what was the point of fighting it?

He couldn’t stomach seeing her with someone else, nor could he picture a sunny life after her rejection.

Freya’s hand, steadying him, faltered. “Or did you go through all this to save me just so he doesn’t die?” The thought sent a jolt of raw emotion through Kristian.

“Whether it’s you or him, I want you both safe,” Freya said, her eyes brimming with honesty. “I don’t want either of you hurt or gone.” The Kristian now, or Freyrian, had never turned a blade on himself, and even if he’d tricked her, she understood why.

As for the old Kristian, he’d paid his dues long ago.

She didn’t want them to suffer—she just wanted them to be okay.noveldrama

“If you had to pick, who’s it gonna be?” Kristian pressed, needing her answer. “Me or him?”

“You,” Freya said, no hesitation, her voice clear and unflinching. Deep down, she wasn’t sure how to choose, but with Kristian asking point-blank, she gave him the answer he needed.

She knew he understood, that he was just chasing her stance. So why not give him a moment of light?

Kristian’s pale lips curved into a faint smile as he leaned into her, surrendering. “Alright, I’ll listen to you and head back.”

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He knew, whatever came next, he’d be the one to fade away. But he was content. That warm embrace, Freya’s unwavering answer—it was enough.

He fished out his phone and called the bodyguard nearby, telling him to hustle over. The guy pulled up in under five minutes.

Kristian’s long black coat hid the blood from the bodyguard’s eyes. Freya eased him into the car and told the driver to gun it for the hospital.

For over an hour, Freya and Kristian sat in the car, the remote countryside crawling by as they wound through narrow rural roads.

Another half hour passed before the car finally rolled into the city, the clock just ticking past one in the afternoon.

Stuck in a traffic jam, Freya’s phone buzzed with a call from Lawrence. “I’m in Alerith,” Lawrence said, cutting to the chase the moment she picked up. “Where are you? Is Kristian holding up okay?”

Freya’s eyes flicked to Kristian, his face pale as a ghost, and she kept the earlier chaos under wraps. “Yeah, he’s stable.”

Lawrence sounded thrown off. Wasn’t something supposed to have gone down with Kristian? How was he fine now?

“I’ve got some things to handle,” Freya said, catching the shadow of sadness on Kristian’s face. “I’ll call you back.” She hung up.

As she locked her phone, Kristian stayed quiet for a beat before asking,

“That was Lawrence, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Freya didn’t bother sugarcoating the truth.

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