She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 641:

She knew full well that Brendan wouldn’t let Freya leave this space—so she brought the necessities in.

“Lie down and rest. I’ve got something to take care of and I’ll be back,” Natasha said, untying the ropes around Freya’s wrists.

Freya said nothing. What was Natasha up to?

After leaving, Natasha headed to Brendan’s study. She grabbed a laptop, edited footage of Freya being led into the basement, and sent the clip to Brendan.

“This is your idea of panic?” Brendan asked, suspicious. He knew Natasha had a weakness for beautiful women.

And now, of all times, she chose to act like this?

“Kristian’s spent time with Freya. He knows her nature,” Natasha explained, her tone thoughtful. “Instead of forcing a scene with snakes, why not start with this and test how he reacts?”

Brendan rewatched the clip.

The final shot showed Freya alone in the basement. From an outsider’s perspective, it wasn’t hard to imagine her being frightened or on the verge of breaking.

“When he responds, I’ll prepare the next clip,” Natasha said, her voice slow and deliberate.

Brendan’s eyes narrowed, danger gleaming in their depths. He clearly didn’t appreciate Natasha calling the shots.

“Freya is key to my plan,” he warned. “Don’t mess it up. No matter how much you like that face, keep it together this time.”

“Understood,” Natasha said, brushing him off.

Brendan pinched the bridge of his nose, irritation rising.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 𝙜Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸬𝙘𝙤𝙢

He’d considered replacing her before. But apart from K, Natasha was the most capable operative he had. And in their line of work, trust was worth more than gold.

Back in the basement, Freya hadn’t expected Natasha to return. The moment she saw her, her brow furrowed instinctively.

Natasha still didn’t know her true identity—but if they stayed together much longer, the risk of discovery would grow.

With that in mind, Freya’s demeanor turned frosty. “What are you doing back here?”

“Keeping you company, of course,” Natasha said, settling beside her like they were old friends. “I guess you’ve probably never stayed somewhere this bleak before. You don’t have to put on a brave face with me. If you feel like crying, let it out.”

She even patted her own shoulder. “You can lean on me if you want.”

Freya found herself utterly speechless.

She had always known Natasha was easy-going, but she had never imagined the woman could be this incessantly talkative in person.

Was she always this annoyingly forward with people?

“What’s wrong? You look like I’ve frightened you or something,” Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes when she noticed Freya wasn’t saying a word.

“I don’t need companionship, and I certainly don’t need a shoulder to cry on,” Freya replied coolly, her gaze drifting away with pointed disinterest. “If there’s nothing else, I’d like you to leave.”

Natasha leaned in, closing the distance with a sigh. “Freya, don’t be so cold to me.”noveldrama

Freya felt a migraine pulsing behind her eyes.

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