She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 738



Chapter 738:

Freya gave her a look. “Seriously?”noveldrama

“Think about it,” Ethel pressed, not backing down. “If he keeps regarding you as his sister, once he recovers, he’ll look back and think it was all sweet and touching.” She was determined to put a stop to the whole idea. “But if he treats you as his aunt now, once he’s back to normal, he’ll be mortified.”

The thought of him calling his ex-wife “aunt” was beyond ridiculous.

Freya raised a fair point. “But what if he doesn’t recover for a long time?”

“Well…” Ethel faltered, words catching in her throat. She couldn’t explain it, but she had this strong gut feeling that Kristian would get better soon. He’d always been sharp, decisive—flawless in business. There was no way his mind wouldn’t bounce back just as quickly. She didn’t know why she believed it, but she did.

“He can think of me however he likes,” Freya said lightly. “It makes no difference to me.”

“Alright.”

“You silly girl.” Freya reached out and tousled Ethel’s hair affectionately.

Kristian observed the scene with sparkling eyes. Slowly, he ambled toward Freya and tilted his head forward, clearly angling for a pat.

Freya blinked. Ethel, equally baffled, stared at him. Neither could figure out what he was up to.

Ethel, always the first to speak, narrowed her eyes. “What are you—”

Kristian didn’t say a word. He pressed his lips together and simply looked up at Freya, waiting patiently for that pat on the head.

A strange tension filled the air.

As Ethel replayed what had just happened in her mind, something clicked—and an edge of jealousy slipped into her tone. “You want my sister to pat your head?”

𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖈𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌⨳𝖈𝗈𝗆

“Is that okay?” Kristian asked softly, his voice as delicate as cotton, eyes brimming with hope.

Even Freya was taken aback. That face and those eyes—yet the expression and tone were so utterly transformed. It was like Kristian was someone else entirely. She found herself marveling at fate’s odd sense of humor.

“No way!” Ethel clung tightly to Freya’s arm, clearly refusing to yield. “Don’t push your luck!”

“He’s basically like a five-year-old right now…” Freya murmured, coughing lightly as a reminder.

“I don’t care,” Ethel’s protectiveness was still as fierce as ever. “Well, I’m only three. If you pat his head, I’ll cry!”

Kristian might’ve been Freya’s ex-husband, but now he was like a clingy child vying for her affection. Ethel wasn’t about to let him win.

Freya chuckled and ruffled Ethel’s hair again, her eyes softening into a smile. Some things never changed. Ethel was still irresistibly adorable.

Kristian felt a twinge of disappointment, but the moment he saw Freya’s smile, he couldn’t help smiling too. “Freya, you’re smiling,” he said softly.

“That’s because of me,” Ethel snapped back, unwilling to let go. “It has nothing to do with you!”

“As long as Freya’s happy, I’m happy too,” Kristian replied simply, his thoughts pure.

Ethel paused, staring at the earnest, innocent face before her. Her cheeks suddenly grew warm, and a whirlpool of complex emotions stirred within her. This was still Kristian. But right now, he was like a five-year-old boy. Why on earth was she arguing with a kid?

“You two go on talking,” Freya said, treating them both like children. “If you want snacks, call the bodyguard. If you want to watch TV, go ahead. I’ve got work to do.”

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