She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 726:

During that long, painful month before their divorce was finalized, arguments, endless and heated, had consumed them. And knowing Kristian’s personality, once he realized how deeply he’d hurt her, he would’ve gone to great lengths to make amends.

What had happened on Butterfly Island was likely his attempt to do just that.

Her thoughts spiraled, tangled and endless, and eventually, Freya gave up trying to make sense of it. Whether it was love, guilt, or some mix of both—it no longer mattered.

She fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Freya woke, faint sounds drifted from the living room. Rubbing at her temples, still groggy with sleep, she dressed and stepped out.

As she entered the living room and caught sight of someone bustling around the dining table, she froze.

What on earth…?

Had Kristian recovered?

As if sensing her presence, Kristian turned, his eyes clear and bright with hope. “I made breakfast. Will you try some?”

Freya, still half in a daze, wandered over to the table. She stared at the abundant spread and asked, “You made all of this?”

“Yeah!” Kristian answered with a faint smile.

Freya pressed her lips together. “When did you get up?”

“Five o’clock.” Kristian answered without hesitation. His dark eyes sparkled. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I made a little of everything I could think of.”

Freya considered telling him not to go to such trouble—but then reminded herself that Kristian wasn’t truly a child. In the end, all she asked was, “Did Lawrence teach you to cook?”

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“No.”

“Then how do you know?”

“I have no idea.” Kristian meant every word. “As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, it just… came to me.”

Freya looked at him, unsure how to feel. “You don’t need to get up this early to make breakfast. If you’re hungry, just call me and I’ll order something for us.”

For a fleeting moment, she wished he really had regained his memories and maturity.

But as she studied the dishes on the table, she was certain he was telling the truth. After two years of marriage, she could recognize his culinary style and habits instantly.

The breakfast had been made by a child’s hands. But a child with a gift for cooking.

“Freya…” Kristian’s voice was quieter now, the gleam in his eyes beginning to fade.

Freya was still fixated on the food and didn’t notice. “Hmm?”

“Is it because you don’t like any of this?” Kristian’s shoulders drooped slightly, his eyes dim.

He just wanted to do something nice for her—anything that might make her like him a little more.

But now, he worried he’d failed.

“No.” Remembering his current state of mind, Freya tried to soothe him.

“I just want you to get a bit more sleep. That’s all.”

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