She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 724:

Ellis’s eyes swept over Kristian, observing his posture and expression. “Lawrence couldn’t fix him?”

“No,” Freya answered, keeping her words clipped. “Now we just wait and hope he gets better on his own.”

Frederick looked like he’d missed a chapter—or ten.

Freya glanced at Kristian, who stood there silent, and decided to wrap things up. “I’m taking him in to rest.”

“Alright,” Ellis replied in his low, even voice. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Freya nodded and led Kristian into her apartment.

As the door shut behind them, Frederick turned to Ellis with a look that could only be described as gleefully nosy. “Captain, you’re seriously not even a little worried?”noveldrama

“Worried about what?” Ellis asked, cool and composed, his eyes unreadable.

“Oh, come on!” Frederick said, giving him a knowing look. “We all know you have a crush on Freya.”

Ellis didn’t flinch. “And?”

Frederick was momentarily speechless.

And?

Freya just brought her ex-husband home. Shouldn’t Ellis at least act mildly concerned?

“The guy who just walked in with her—that’s her ex. They were married for two years,” Frederick spelled it out. “He even saved her life once.”

Ellis’s voice stayed completely calm. “I know.”

From what he’d just seen, Kristian clearly wasn’t in his right mind. His gaze, his behavior—it was nothing like the man he had met before.

Frederick almost wanted to applaud him.

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Only Ellis could stay this zen with all that going on.

“Just saying—keep your eyes open,” Frederick said, not wanting to watch Freya fall back into old traps. “If Kristian starts trying to win her back, you might find yourself on the sidelines.”

“Drive safe,” Ellis said.

“Got it.”

Frederick cast one last glance toward the apartment door as he walked to the elevator.

He made a mental note to fill his friends in. If Kristian even thought about trying something with Freya again, they’d all need to jump in and stop it.

At that moment, Freya hadn’t checked her phone. She had no idea that the group chat was already blowing up with gossip—everyone was buzzing about her bringing Kristian home.

Freya had straightened up the guest room, and only once everything was in perfect order did she finally turn to Kristian and say, “You’ll sleep here tonight. There are fresh toiletries in the bathroom. If you need anything or have questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

“Okay.” Kristian stood there, nodding meekly in agreement. Freya told him, “Go wash up and get some rest.”

Kristian didn’t move, still rooted to the floor.

Recalling what Lawrence had mentioned, Freya asked gently, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have any clean clothes to change into.” Kristian dropped his gaze and fiddled with his fingers for a long time before he mustered the courage to say it aloud.

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