She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 950:

“You sure you don’t want to tell Ms. Briggs your memory’s back?” Gerard treaded carefully, his own feelings tangled up after the past few days. “She keeps asking if you’re coming by for dinner. She’s worried sick.”

Kristian felt a stab in his chest, a heavy ache that wouldn’t quit. Memories of Freya’s kindness, her patience, her warmth over the last few weeks hit him like a flood.

He wanted to go back to her. But that door was shut.

“Not now,” Kristian said, his voice thick with fatigue. His eyes hid a storm of pain. “I need time.”

Gerard let it drop and drove him home.

At home, Kristian shut himself in his room. All day, he didn’t touch food or water. When Gerard knocked to call him for dinner, Kristian simply waved him off.

Kristian’s state had Gerard on edge. He considered ringing Freya, but Kristian’s orders were clear—no contact. His hands were tied. At nine that night, Kristian finally stepped out of his room. He looked drained, his face carrying a quiet, hollow grief.

“Sir, you should…” Gerard started, hoping to get him to eat.

“Heading out for a bit. Won’t be long,” Kristian said, grabbing his car keys, his voice low and far-off. “Call it a night. Don’t wait up.”

“Where to? I can drive,” Gerard offered.

“No. I need to be alone.” With that, Kristian walked out, keys in hand. He didn’t have a destination. He just drove—straight to Freya’s apartment.

Parked on a bench outside, he tilted his head up, eyes fixed on the warm glow spilling from her window. He just sat there, quiet, absorbing the sight.

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“Kristian?” Freya’s voice cut through the stillness like a knife. Kristian went rigid, every muscle locking up as if he’d been hit with a freeze ray.

His lips pressed into a thin line, his heart a jumbled mess, and he turned toward her voice. There she was—Freya, her fingers laced with Ellis’s.

Kristian felt as if his heart had been smashed by a sledgehammer. The sight of Freya’s fingers intertwined with Ellis’s was painful.

“Why are you out here? Why not head inside?” Freya caught the shift in his mood—subtle but sharp. Yet, it never crossed her mind that his memories might have returned.

Kristian swallowed the lump in his throat but stayed silent. He slowly rose to his feet, though the few steps between them now felt like an impossible distance.

“Gerard’s handling some business nearby, so I came along with him,” he said. His voice was raspy, his gaze fixed on her delicate, radiant face, unwilling to pull away. “You’re usually asleep by this hour. Why…” He trailed off, the words hanging unfinished. What she chose to do was no longer his concern. He no longer had the right to ask.noveldrama

“Just out for a walk,” Freya replied casually.

Even though evening strolls weren’t her habit, Ellis had insisted she’d been shut indoors too long and brought her out for a bit of fresh air.

Kristian gave a faint hum of acknowledgment.

Ellis, still holding Freya’s hand, spoke gently. “Let’s talk inside. It’s getting chilly down here.”

“No need. Gerard should be done soon, and I’ve got a few things to go over with him,” Kristian said.

This time, he allowed himself a proper look at Ellis. Good-looking, well-built, and with a voice that was easy on the ears—he fit Freya’s tastes perfectly. And as for his character, it wasn’t lacking either.

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