She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 737:

Kristian replied, “But Freya looks young and pretty. She doesn’t look like an aunt to me.”

“Just do as I say,” Ethel insisted.noveldrama

“But she’s my sister…” Kristian muttered.

“Do you want me to rough you up?” Ethel shot back, suddenly sounding like a bratty kid herself.

Kristian’s eyes lit up. “If you hit me, does that mean I can still think of Freya as my elder sister?”

Ethel was momentarily speechless.

Those wide, sparkling eyes and that question left her completely at a loss.

Seeing her fall silent, Kristian assumed she had given in. He jumped to his feet, grabbed a baseball bat, and offered it to her with innocent earnestness. “Go on. I don’t mind the pain.”

If he could still think of Freya as his elder sister, he didn’t care how hard Ethel hit him.

Ethel’s lips twitched. She wasn’t the kind to go around hitting people, and this man was the president of Shaw Group. Like hell she’d actually lay a hand on him. Besides, this amnesia wasn’t going to last forever. What would happen once he remembered everything?

“Don’t worry. I won’t make a sound,” Kristian said, pressing the bat into her hands, solemn as could be. “I won’t tell Freya either.”

“Don’t think I won’t actually do it!” Ethel retorted, waving the bat threateningly to scare him off.

Kristian stood there obediently, as if waiting to be struck.

Just then, Freya walked out of the study, a glass of water in her hand.

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝔤𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[.]𝖼𝗈𝗆

When Freya caught sight of Ethel clutching a baseball bat, glaring daggers at Kristian, she froze in disbelief. “Sheila, what on earth are you doing…”

Ethel flinched, clearly caught off guard. On instinct, she whipped the bat behind her back, stammering, “N-no, it’s nothing. Really.” Right then, she began to suspect this was all a carefully laid trap by Kristian, just so Freya would barge in and assume she was about to take a swing at him. How utterly infuriating!

“She was just showing me how to protect myself in case a stranger breaks in,” Kristian piped up, feigning innocence with those wide, guileless eyes.

Ethel blinked, momentarily at a loss for words.

Freya stepped closer, her voice gentle. “Even if I’m out for work, the bodyguards will always be around to look after you. You’ll never be left alone.”

“Thank you.” Kristian’s tone softened with her. “Freya,” he said, glancing up at her.

“Yeah?” she answered, meeting his gaze.

“Can I still think of you as my elder sister?”

Freya looked puzzled, not responding right away.

“Sheila said it’s not proper for me to treat you like that, but… I want to. I don’t want to think of you as my aunt.”

He didn’t voice the rest, but something in his expression told Ethel that she wouldn’t like what was left unsaid. Freya didn’t seem to mind. “That’s fine.”

Watching things escalate far too quickly for her liking, Ethel interjected, “Now he’s just like a kid, you are too old to be his sister.”

“Then how should he call me?” Freya asked sincerely.

“I suggested ‘aunt’,” Ethel muttered after clearing her throat.

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