She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 793:

With that thought, he sent a message to Kendra. “I’ll bring her home for Christmas to meet you.”

Time slipped by and afternoon arrived.

After lunch, Freya checked on Kristian’s condition. Seeing that his fever had fully subsided, she finally relaxed.

Kristian hadn’t eaten lunch and had been drifting in and out of restless sleep. Now that the fever had passed, he woke up with a grumbling stomach.

“Freya, I’m hungry.”

“Get up and eat.”

Ellis had intentionally set some food aside for him.

Freya had considered making something light once Kristian was feeling better or even ordering takeout, but Ellis had already taken the initiative. The moment Kristian woke up, a meal would be ready. When Kristian sat at the table and spotted the dishes, he immediately recognized Ellis’s handiwork.

After sharing several meals, he’d become familiar with Ellis’s cooking style.

“Eat up,” Freya urged. “Then go apologize to Ellis.”

Kristian stared at the food, visibly reluctant. Eating something prepared by his rival? He didn’t want it.

“Freya…” he drawled out, trying to delay the inevitable.

Noticing his complexion still hadn’t fully recovered, Freya softened her voice. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this,” he blurted out. Though Ellis’s cooking was undeniably good, he only wanted food made by Freya. “I want some oatmeal.”

Freya paused, recalling what Ellis had said during lunch. Had he anticipated Kristian’s reaction?

“Freya?” Kristian called her name when he noticed her staring. Why was she still watching him? What if she started to suspect something?

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“You want oatmeal?” Freya asked, echoing the instructions Ellis had left her with earlier.

Kristian hesitated for a second.

Based on what he’d observed over the past few days, Freya’s cooking was average at best. If he asked for anything fancy, she probably wouldn’t manage. After thinking it through, he replied, “Yes.”

“Alright.” Freya was taken aback. How had Ellis seen this coming?

After lunch, he’d told her Kristian might not like the food and even left her with suggestions on what to do if that happened.

It was becoming clear—Ellis understood Kristian far too well.

She headed to the kitchen, ladled out a bowl of oatmeal porridge that Ellis had prepared in advance, and brought it over to Kristian. Kristian was a little surprised, but since the oatmeal was already there, he reluctantly ate it. Freya might start getting suspicious.

Twenty minutes passed. Kristian finished eating and leaned back, full. Though the taste was plain, the fact that Freya had served it made him feel content.noveldrama

“Kristian,” Freya spoke as she cleared the table.

“Yes, Freya?”

“You really don’t like Ellis?”

“I don’t,” Kristian answered without hesitation.

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