She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 908:

Freya blinked. Why did that feel like a trap behind his words?

“It’s for the woman in my heart,” he said, voice low and deliberate, his dark eyes gleaming faintly. “She might say she’s fine, but I still worry she’ll get cold.”

Freya wanted to smack herself. Why had she even asked?noveldrama

“The scarf too,” Ellis added.

Some said love meant silent giving, no questions asked. But to Ellis, liking someone meant saying it out loud.

Especially with someone like Freya, who never seemed to catch on. If he didn’t say it, she’d never realize.

And if she didn’t realize, there’d never be a chance.

“Then I’ll give it back to you,” Freya said, feeling a bit guilty since they hadn’t yet addressed the unspoken feelings between them. “I shouldn’t be using something meant for her.”

Ellis’s lips curved ever so slightly, a glint of humor flickering in his eyes. “It’s fine. She said you can use all her stuff—including her future boyfriend.”

Freya shut down completely. She didn’t even know how to react. Ellis, watching her sit in solemn silence, chuckled under his breath. He even had to fight the urge to pinch her cheek.

After a while, the door to the treatment room finally swung open. A doctor stepped out. “The wound has been stitched. Keep the dressing dry and change it every day.”

“Alright, thank you,” Freya said politely.

Kristian came out right after. He’d changed back into his clothes, and though his face was pale, he looked alright.

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When he saw Freya, his eyes lit up—only for the brightness to vanish the next second as he caught sight of the scarf around her neck. He took a few steps forward and then saw Ellis.

That was it. Whatever joy had flickered in him instantly died. It was as if someone had doused him with a bucket of ice water.

Did Freya ask Ellis to come?

“Here’s the medication,” the doctor said, handing the bag to Freya.

“Bring him back next week to have the stitches removed.”

“Got it,” Freya replied.

She turned to Kristian. “Let’s go home.”

“What about him?” Kristian asked, the bitterness in his tone barely masked as he shot a glare at Ellis.

Freya glanced at Ellis, waiting to see if he was planning to leave or if he had something else in mind.

“I’ll go with you,” Ellis said, taking the meds from her and gently nudging her hands back into her pockets. “Keep them warm.”

Freya didn’t object.

Kristian, however, was fuming inside. But he didn’t say a word. He was afraid—afraid she’d be angry, afraid she’d be disappointed. Afraid that one day, no one would even remember him. So he kept quiet, swallowing it all.

The three of them walked out of the hospital together. Ellis had driven there.

The moment Ellis went to open the driver’s door, Kristian rushed forward and slid into the front passenger seat. He couldn’t stomach the thought of Ellis sitting beside Freya.

Ellis didn’t seem to mind. Calmly, he opened the back door for her instead.

Just as she was about to climb in, she paused, staring at the car.

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