She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 741:

Freya’s eyes widened. “What? How had I missed that?”

“I was about to say no, but he mentioned he promised you he’d help look after Kristian, so I said okay,” Ethel explained matter-of-factly. “Wasn’t that how it was?”

Freya pressed her lips together, a sense of unease settling in as the situation grew more complicated.

“Let’s eat first. We can talk about everything else after dinner,” Ellis suggested, giving a quick look toward Kristian, who sat still, before shifting his focus back to Freya. “If we don’t hurry, the food will get cold.”

So, they all headed off to eat.

Throughout the meal, Ethel kept praising Ellis’s cooking. Everyone else ate quietly, the atmosphere thick with unspoken thoughts.

Afterward, they all pitched in to clean up.

Ellis stole a glance at Kristian, who remained slouched on the sofa, then turned to Freya. “I need your help with something.”

“Go ahead,” Freya said coolly, drying her hands on a towel.noveldrama

“I want you to come home with me for Christmas,” Ellis said, his thin lips barely parting, his long, narrow eyes betraying little. “And pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Freya froze for a second. “Me?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you ask Riley or Greta?” Freya blurted out, her response nearly identical to the last time. She hadn’t given it much thought.

“I’m not really good at that sort of thing.”

Meeting parents, making good impressions—it was important. She tended to be slow in warming up to others, her nature leaning toward reservation. Even when she married Kristian, it had taken a while for her to feel truly at ease with his family.

“Sometimes being too good at pretending can backfire,” Ethel chimed in slyly, having kept one ear on their conversation. “It’s better if you’re not good at it.”

𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⱼ𝗰𝗈𝗺

“You don’t have to stay overnight or talk much,” Ellis added casually. “Just meet them, that’s all.”

Freya hesitated. Meeting Ellis’s parents was not something she thought should be taken lightly.

“Or are you scared?” Ellis teased, raising an eyebrow.

Freya lapsed into silence. Not exactly.

“If you really are, I won’t force you,” Ellis continued, relentless in his gentleness. “Worst case, I get a lecture when I go home. No big deal.”

“I can only go with you at noon,” Freya finally said, keeping her voice steady. “I need to be home for dinner.”

She kept it simple and direct. Ellis was a good person who had always treated them well. It didn’t feel right to let him face his family’s ire alone on Christmas Eve.

Besides, it was just pretending—nothing more.

“You agree?” Ellis’s voice lifted with a touch of surprise.

Freya gave a small nod. “Yes.”

A subtle smile tugged at Ellis’s lips, his eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement. “Thank you.”

Sitting quietly beside them, Kristian watched their easy rapport, a subtle frown creasing his brow. Summoning a burst of courage, he stood up abruptly. “Freya.”

“What’s wrong?” Freya turned toward him immediately.

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