She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 664:

He thought about calling Freya but remembered she had no comms on her.

So, he set off to find them himself.

Meanwhile, on the yacht, Freya’s attention had shifted entirely to Kristian once Brendan and his men were apprehended. “Brendan fired earlier. Did you get hit?” she asked, concerned.noveldrama

“No,” Kristian replied, though his lips were drained of color. “The yacht was rocking. He missed.”

Freya let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

She was just about to examine him herself when Kristian cut in, turning to the man steering the vessel. “Give me a jacket. It’s getting chilly.”

The man immediately peeled off his black windbreaker and handed it over.

Kristian, who normally wouldn’t touch something that wasn’t spotless, slipped it on without hesitation, hiding the crimson-streaked back of his white shirt.

He had only asked for the jacket to keep Freya from seeing his wound. Freya didn’t dwell on it. Her eyes shifted to the man at the helm, her brows drawing together in faint recognition. “Lawrence?”

“You know me?” Lawrence Hayes had a clean-cut look, with a smile like spring sunlight—warm and deceptively charming.

Freya’s frown deepened.

Lawrence came from influence and wealth, known for being both noble and unnervingly unpredictable. He rarely helped anyone for free. What kind of arrangement had Kristian made with him?

“Did you strike some kind of deal with him?” Freya asked, her gaze now firmly on Kristian.

But before he could answer, Lawrence chimed in, his voice breezy,

“Actually, I should be the one thanking you. If it weren’t for—”

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Kristian swiftly cut him off. “Just steer the yacht.”

Lawrence mimed zipping his lips.

The interaction only stirred Freya’s suspicions further. “Did you make a deal with him?”

Lawrence had a strange obsession with studying human psychology, often dabbling in theology. His favorite phrase? “‘Science leads to spiritual clarity.'”

“No, I didn’t,” Kristian lied, his gaze softening with warmth. “He owed me a favor and came to repay it. Feels like he got the raw end of it, so he asked me to return one later. Nothing major.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” Freya asked, something still not sitting right.

Kristian gave a faint smile. “I’m not.”

That answer seemed to satisfy her.

There were boundaries between them, and certain truths were better left untouched.

“Thanks for helping me back there,” Freya said after a moment. “I owe you one. If you ever need help investigating something or breaking into a system, let me know.”

“You don’t owe me anything. Brendan was after me from the beginning.” Kristian’s breathing had grown slow and labored.

Freya parted her lips to speak, but before she could get a word out, Kristian softly called her name. “Freya.”

“Hmm?” Her tone gentled, warmth blooming behind the single syllable.

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