She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 713:

Ellis eased down beside her, casting her a sideways glance. “What’s wrong?”

“What if Kristian never recovers?” Freya wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on top. “How am I supposed to face his family?” Kristian was the successor to Shaw Group, Lionel’s most treasured grandson, and the cherished son of Melinda and Isaac.noveldrama

If Lawrence were to declare that Kristian would never recover, Freya truly didn’t know what she would do.

“Lawrence hasn’t reached any conclusions yet. Don’t work yourself up,” Ellis said evenly, recognizing that emotion was clouding her thoughts. “With his expertise, it’s unlikely the outcome will be too severe.”

Freya lifted her gaze to him, her usually serene eyes now muddled with doubt.

“Really?” she asked.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Ellis shot back.

Freya paused, thinking it through, then gave a small shake of her head. He had never lied to her.

“Go take a shower and get some sleep.” Ellis gave her hair a gentle tousle; his broad hand was warm and steady, offering a quiet kind of reassurance. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll go with you to see Lawrence and ask about Kristian’s condition.”

“Okay.” Freya nodded.

“Can you stand on your own?”

“Yeah.”

As she made her way toward the bedroom, Ellis couldn’t help but think she was perhaps a bit too trusting for her own good.

He called out to her. “Freya.”

M𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

“Hmm?” She turned around, still looking a little out of it.

Ellis pressed his lips together, swallowing the words that nearly came out. “Never mind. Go shower—and wear something warm before you come back out.”

After all, he was retired now. He could protect her. There was no need for her to carry so much on her shoulders.

“Alright.” Freya turned and stepped into the bedroom. She closed the door quietly behind her, gathered her clothes, and went to shower, needing a moment alone to collect herself.

The hot water was sobering. As the steam curled around her, her skin took on a soft flush, droplets clung to her long, curled lashes, and her complexion glowed with delicate clarity.

Ellis waited just outside the whole time.

Roughly twenty minutes later, Freya stepped out of the bathroom. She wore soft cotton pajamas, her damp hair wrapped up, the curve of her neck especially pale and graceful under the dim light.

Most of the alcohol had faded from her system. She let her hair fall loose and gently patted it dry with a towel before stepping out the door. When Ellis saw her hair still wet, he frowned slightly. What was she thinking, wandering around like that on a chilly night?

“Captain, I’m fine now.” Freya stood in the doorway, trying to look composed. “You should get some rest.”

“Come here,” Ellis said, his tone low and quiet.

Freya blinked, confused. She hesitated, then walked over.

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