She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 920:

Freya opened up about her earlier conversation with Lawrence.

Ellis took her hand and quietly led her away, shutting the door to Kristian’s room with a soft click.

“He’s ready or not, he needs to face it,” Ellis said plainly. “No one can move forward with both feet stuck in the past.” Freya nodded, though doubt still clung to her like a second skin.

She truly believed Kristian had lost it.

He had risked everything—his sanity, his life—just to save her.

The experiment was still in its trial phase. One wrong move could fry his brain, leave him trapped in his own body—or worse. How could he gamble everything like that?

“That’s enough,” Ellis murmured, running a hand through her hair, his touch warm and grounding. “We’ll deal with whatever comes next when he wakes. If he’s not ready to remember, we won’t push.” Freya gave a quiet nod.

Ellis set aside a portion of each dish for Kristian, then sat with Freya.

He served her plate with care, choosing the foods she liked best, hoping to lift even a fraction of the heaviness clouding her. By the time night had fully settled in, Kristian stirred awake.noveldrama

The medicine had worked—his rage dulled, his mind steady—but the image of Freya standing beside Ellis still twisted inside him like a knife. He stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling as thoughts swirled like storm clouds.

Outside, Freya and Ellis waited until eight. When Kristian still hadn’t appeared, Freya stood and went to check on him.

She opened the door—and froze. Kristian’s eyes locked onto hers the moment the door creaked open. Time hung suspended.

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“Get up and eat,” Freya said plainly, her voice as direct as ever. “After dinner, I’ll change your bandages.”

Kristian didn’t budge, his eyes unreadable, bottomless as a well. If the past had never happened, would she have chosen him?

“What is it?” Freya asked, stepping inside. “Are you in pain again, or just feeling off?”

“No,” Kristian replied, his voice rough, like a blade worn down from overuse.

It sounded like he’d come to a decision. He tossed aside the blanket and trudged forward, each step heavier than the last.

Freya parted her lips, ready to speak—but thought better of it. Ellis watched carefully as Kristian emerged, scanning for any signs of instability. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” Kristian answered flatly.

Ellis brought over the dishes, still warm. Freya helped him set the table. Kristian watched them—two people moving in sync, familiar and at ease. A flicker of emotion crossed his face, but inside, everything just felt hollow.

Maybe, maybe Ellis was the right one for her after all.

“Eat,” Freya said, placing the last dish before him. It had all been saved for him.

Kristian took a bite. The flavors were rich, but the bitterness in his heart was overwhelming.

After a few bites, he set the fork down and looked up at them. “You went to see Lawrence this afternoon, didn’t you?” he asked Freya.

“I did,” she said simply, not bothering to lie.

“What did he say?” Kristian asked, chewing slowly.

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