She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 301 CPickUp Now "Don't bother, then," Kristian said stiffly, his eyes clouded darker than a stormy sea, nearly impossible to read. When he realized Freya truly hadn't made the call, he turned on his heel and disappeared back into his room, shutting himself away without so much as a glance back.

Freya couldn't help but wonder at his reaction. She itched to grab her phone and fire off a message to Isaac, asking what on earth he had said to him, but just as her fingers hovered over the screen, Isaac's nflashed across it, calling her instead.

"Kristian went back to his room, didn't he?" Isaac wasted no time, his voice cutting straight to the heart of it. "He did!" Freya cast a wary glance around the living room. For a split second, she genuinely wondered if Isaac had bugged the place.

"I'll swing by to see him after the company's annual party in a couple of days," Isaac told her, voice steady. "He's really not the skid he used to be." Freya agreed easily, "Alright. Just letknow when you're coming and I'll send someone to pick you up." "Okay." As soon as the call ended, Freya's heart began to stir with unease.

If this were truly just a case of simple amnesia, maybe, like Lawrence had said, Kristian would heal with time. Maybe one morning he'd wake up and be the man he once was.

But right now, the Kristian in her place felt so wrong.

She had been planning to meet Lawrence the next day, but work obligations tied her hands, and with the company's annual party and a masked party later that evening, she had no choice but to postpone it.

The next morning, Kristian rose early, determined to make breakfast.

However, he was met with an unexpected obstacle-the kitchen door was firmly locked.

He stood there, frowning at the door, trying the handle again and again, but it wouldn't budge.

The rattling sounds roused Freya from sleep. Just like the day before, she shuffled out in her pajamas, her hair rumpled halo around her head. "The door's locked." Kristian froze at the sound of her voice. Instinctively, he turned and looked back at her.

"Your hands still haven't healed," Freya said, her voice thick with sleep. "Be good and go back to bed. I've already ordered breakfast-you won't go hungry." "Is it because you don't like my cooking?" Kristian mumbled, his head drooping low.

0.0% + 18:20 ||| 0 < Chapter 301 CPickUp Now "No, I'm just afraid you'll hurt your hands even worse," Freya replied gently. Kristian lifted his gaze slowly, his eyes searching her face as if asking, "Really?" "I have to leave for work later. You stay here with Sheila," Freya continued, trying to soothe him. "If you want anything or need anything, just tell her. She'll call the bodyguard for you." "Can I go to the office with you?" Kristian asked, voice small and hopeful.

"No, you can't," Freya refused right away, not missing a beat. "Given your situation, if you show up, people will start talking" The situation with Kristian was still being kept tightly under wraps; the media hadn't gotten a whiff of it yet. But if he went outside, it would be impossible to hide the truth. His demeanor, his childlike mannerisms-they would give everything away in a heartbeat.

The last thing she needed now was another scandal.

Kristian swallowed his disappointment hard and nodded. "Okay." "Good boy. Go back to sleep." Dragging his feet and throwing a long, reluctant glance her way, Kristian eventually shuffled back toward his room.

Mulling over her words, he picked up the phone Lawrence had given him and found Lawrence's number to call. At 5 A.M., Lawrence was still dead to the world, buried under his covers.

Hearing the buzz and vibration from his nightstand, he groggily opened one eye, squinting at the screen. Seeing Kristian's caller ID, he swiped to answer and mumbled sleepily, "What is it?" "Do you know what happened betweenand Freya?" Kristian asked, voice serious.

"What do you want to know?" "Everything." "I know nothing," Lawrence said without hesitation. "But your assistant probably does. He's been glued to your side almost twenty-four-seven, except when you're sleeping." "Gerard?" Kristian murmured, recalling the man.

Lawrence perked up a little, more awake now. "You remember him?" "Freya tookto meet him once," Kristian explained. More than anything, he wanted to remember. He just couldn't untangle the web of what had truly happened between him and Freya.

Until tonight, he'd believed everything Freya had told him.

But now, deep down, his instincts screamed that Freya's younger sister genuinely disliked him. And it wasn't just because he resembled someone else.

"If you want to know about your history with Freya, you should ask Gerard," Lawrence said bluntly. He really didn't know much himself; even the things he'd told Freya before had been things Kristian had instructed him 18:20 111 to say.

Having gotten what he needed, Kristian hung up without a word.

Lawrence didn't take offense. He set his phone back on the nightstand and drifted back to sleep.

As for Gerard, getting a call from his boss at five in the morning made his heart leap in excitement. He was thrilled that his boss had gotten his memory back! But when he answered and heard Kristian's voice, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. Every bit of his excitement shriveled up and died.

"How much do you know about what happened between Freya and me?" Kristian asked.

"Your past with Ms. Briggs?" "Yeah." "I know most of it," Gerard answered honestly. "From when you two got married until the divorce, I was there the whole time." "Cpickup now," Kristian ordered. "Think of a reason yourself." With that, the line went dead. Gerard scratched his head in confusion. Somehow, Kristian seemed even harder to handle now than he had been before.

Still, Gerard dragged himself out of bed, threw on sclothes, and drove to Freya's place. Given Kristian's current childlike mindset, he made sure to give Freya a heads-up first before setting off.

Freya was stunned when she heard. "Are you sure he asked you to pick him up?" "Yes," Gerard replied, just as bewildered. "Maybe he wants to askabout the past between you two. When he called, he asked how much I knew about you and him." Freya's brows furrowed faintly. Why was Kristian suddenly so interested in the past? "Is it okay forto cover now?" Gerard checked.

"It's fine," Freya said after a beat.

An hour later, Gerard arrived.

Kristian opened the door himself and went to fetch Freya, informing her that Gerard was here to take him out.

Freya and Gerard shared a quick look, pretending like they hadn't just been on the phone. Putting on an act, Freya asked with feigned confusion, "What brings you here, Gerard?" "There's something I need Mr. Shaw's help with-face recognition stuff," Gerard answered smoothly, flashing his signature grin. "I was hoping to borrow him for the day." Freya shifted her gaze to Kristian.

Keeping up his little act, Kristian tugged at her sleeve and muttered softly, "Freya... I don't want to go with him." He knew if he agreed too quickly, Freya would immediately smell something fishy.

Gerard nearly choked on his own tongue. Kristian really had the whole act down these days, playing the 65.0% 18:20 ||| < Chapter 301 CPickUp Now to say.

Having gotten what he needed, Kristian hung up without a word. Lawrence didn't take offense. He set his phone back on the nightstand and drifted back to sleep.

As for Gerard, getting a call from his boss at five in the morning made his heart leap in excitement. He was thrilled that his boss had gotten his memory back! But when he answered and heard Kristian's voice, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. Every bit of his excitement shriveled up and died.

"How much do you know about what happened between Freya and me?" Kristian asked. "Your past with Ms. Briggs?" "Yeah." "I know most of it," Gerard answered honestly. "From when you two got married until the divorce, I was there the whole time." "Cpickup now," Kristian ordered. "Think of a reason yourself."

With that, the line went dead. Gerard scratched his head in confusionm Somehow, Kristian seemed even harder to handle now than he had been before.

Still, Gerard dragged himself out of bed, threw on sclothes, and om drove to Freya's place. Given Kristian's current childlike mindset, he made sure to give Freya a heads-up first before setting off.

Freya was stunned when she heard. "Are you sure he asked you to pick him up?" "Yes," bewilde replied, just as "Maybe he wants to askabout the past between you two.

When he called, he asked how much I knew about you and him." Freya's brows furrowed faintly. Why was Kristian suddenly so interested in the past? "Is it okay forto cover now?" Gerard checked.

"It's fine," Freya said after a beat.

An hour later, Gerard arrived.

Kristian opened the door himself and went to fetch Freya, informing her that Gerard was here to take him out.

Freya and Gerard shared a quick look, pretending like they hadn't just been on the phone. Putting on an act, Freya asked with feigned confusion, "What brings you here, Gerard?" "There's something I need Mr. Shaw's help with-face recognition stuff," Gerard answered smoothly, flashing his signature grin. "I was hoping to borrow him for the day." Freya shifted her gaze to Kristian.

Keeping up his little act, Kristian tugged at her sleeve and muttered softly, "Freya... I don't want to go with him." He knew if he agreed too quickly, Freya would immediately smell something fishy.

Gerard nearly choked on his own tongue. Kristian really had the whole act down these days, playing the 650% 18:20 < Chapter 391 CPickUp M innocent card like a natural now that he'd lost his memory.

He had asked him to come, and was now pretending like Gerard was dragging him away against his will