She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 731:

But if that were true, would he really have hired someone this dense as his assistant?

Gerard shifted uncomfortably under Kristian’s silent scrutiny. “What?”

Kristian didn’t have the same intimidating aura as before, but somehow… it was still unsettling.

“Can you move away from me?” Kristian asked bluntly.

“Why?” Gerard asked, still unsure if Kristian was just messing with him.

“Worried Ms. Briggs will overhear?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I read somewhere that stupidity is contagious. I don’t want to be affected.”

With that, Kristian stood up and wandered off toward Freya, leaving Gerard frozen in place.

Freya was packing his clothes when Kristian appeared beside her, looking like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“What’s wrong? Not enjoying your chat with Gerard?”

“I don’t like him,” Kristian mumbled, tugging at her sleeve. “He keeps asking weird questions, like he’s trying to trick me.”

Gerard, who had just walked into the room, nearly choked. Freya raised an eyebrow.

She cast a quick glance in Gerard’s direction, a flicker of instinctive curiosity in her eyes, wondering what on earth he could’ve said to make Kristian react like that.

Gerard came clean, his voice low but sincere, a tangle of emotions flickering behind his eyes.

It was becoming clearer now—Kristian’s amnesia and the way his intelligence had regressed weren’t some act. This was real, no question about it.

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With a heavy sigh, Gerard let the truth settle between them.

Once Freya had pieced everything together, she turned to Kristian with a soft look and reassured him gently, “He just finds it hard to believe you’re actually unwell, so he was checking in on you. That’s how he shows he cares.”

“I get it,” Kristian murmured, clearly a bit put off.

His sister always seemed to defend everyone else. Was he never enough? That thought cast a shadow over his face.

Ten minutes ticked by, and Freya finally finished packing up Kristian’s things.

Now that he was about to leave the apartment, that heavy gloom that had been following him around seemed to lift. He even reached out first, taking the suitcase from Freya with surprising cheer. “I’ll carry it.”

She opened her mouth, ready to say she could handle it herself, but he’d already taken it from her grasp.

It was right then that something caught her attention—something she’d never really noticed before.

She reached for his hand and examined it closely, her delicate brows drawing together at the sight of the blisters scattered across his palm.

“When did you get these?”

“This morning,” Kristian admitted quietly, not daring to hide it. “While making breakfast?”noveldrama

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