She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 732:

“Yeah…”

Would she think he was an idiot?

Kristian pressed his lips together, doubt creeping in as he stood there, unsure of himself.

Freya looked at the blisters again—some were raw, and two had already burst. They looked painful. “Do they hurt?”

“Huh?” Kristian blinked, thinking he must’ve misheard her.

“These,” Freya said again, glancing down at his hand. “Do they hurt?”

Kristian’s face lit up, like a kid handed his favorite candy. He shook his head right away, eyes bright. “Not one bit.”

Freya made a quick call, asking the bodyguard to take Kristian’s luggage over to her apartment, then brought him to the hospital herself.

On the way there, Kristian felt like he was floating—happier than if someone had handed him a whole bag of sweets.

Just the memory of Freya’s gentle concern made his chest bloom with warmth, and before he could stop himself, a smile crept across his face, joy flickering in his eyes.

When Freya glanced at the side mirror, she caught the tiny grin tugging at his lips.

She blinked, puzzled. What was he smiling at?

“Something make you happy?” she asked, wondering if he might’ve remembered some childhood memory.

Kristian’s eyes glimmered as he nodded, his lips pressing into a smile.

“Yeah!”

“Wanna tell me what it is?” Freya asked lightly.

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗈𝗺

She didn’t read too much into it.noveldrama

If it really was some old memory, she could take him back to where he used to play, or maybe have Isaac spend time with him.

Kristian’s smile deepened as he answered, “You just showed you care about me.”

“What?” Freya blinked, certain she’d misheard.

“We were about to leave just now, you held my hand and showed you care for me,” Kristian clarified softly, a shy flush coloring his cheeks.

Freya stared, caught off guard. Was he really this happy just because she’d asked a few simple questions?

Kristian had been quietly watching her every reaction. Noticing her silence, he gently called, “Freya.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never seen you smile before.”

“I’m just not the smiley type.”

“No one hates smiling,” Kristian said with quiet conviction. “Unless they’re unhappy… or don’t have anything to smile about.”

Freya frowned slightly, unsure of what was running through his head. “Where’d you get that nonsense from?”

“It’s not nonsense,” he replied, sounding every bit like a child explaining something serious. “I want to make you happy.”

Freya didn’t say anything. There was no point continuing the conversation. He still had the mind of a child.

Freya brought Kristian to the hospital. When the doctor used a sterile needle to lance the large blister and disinfect the wound, Kristian’s face twisted in pain.

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