She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 808:

Kristian, keeping to Freya’s instructions, kept his usual poker face.

“Nothing.”

“It’s Freya, isn’t it?” Lionel said suddenly, unable to hold it in.

Kristian looked at him again, eyes narrowing just slightly.

Lionel reached for the coffee pot, planning to ease into conversation.

But Kristian moved faster, pouring the coffee with the kind of fluidity that startled even himself. It wasn’t something he thought about—it was muscle memory, pure and simple.

Lionel’s eyes clouded with something complicated, and a heaviness settled in his chest.

“Kristian,” he said after a thoughtful pause, this time with more weight, “if you can’t win Freya back, maybe it’s best to let her go. You know what she’s like—once her mind’s made up, she won’t change it. She’s not the type to go back, especially after everything that happened.”

Most women might have let it go. But Freya was wired differently.

“I will win her back,” Kristian said, his voice steady and sure. “And she has already forgiven me for what happened in the past.”

Lionel felt a flicker of hope, followed by a quiet sigh. If Freya had forgiven Kristian, it probably meant she was ready to move on—for good.

How he hoped Kristian had cherished Freya sooner.

“Go see Melinda later,” Lionel said, eyeing him closely, his features marked with a tangle of emotions. “It’s my fault. Don’t be mad at her.”

“I know,” Kristian agreed with a nod.

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After telling him to get some rest, Lionel rose to leave.

Watching him walk away, Kristian’s heart twinged unexpectedly. He stood and called out, “Grandpa.”

Lionel paused, his eyes catching the light, emotions stirring beneath the surface.

“I’m sorry,” Kristian said at last, the weight of Lionel’s concern finally pressing on him. “I was out of line earlier.”

“If you know you were out of line, then go apologize to your mom,” Lionel said, his spirit visibly lifted, a faint smile curling at his lips. “If she worries too much, your dad’s definitely coming after you.”

Kristian was thrown off by his attitude. This family’s way of showing love was truly perplexing.

Still, despite the strangeness, it warmed him. Not the same warmth he felt with Freya—this was different. This warmth held him up like a pillar beneath everything else.

Once Lionel had gone, Kristian dutifully went to see Melinda. Just as Freya told him, he masked his personality well and casually offered a made-up excuse for feeling off.

Melinda, who had watched him grow from a boy into a man, sensed something wasn’t quite right almost immediately during their short exchange.

But she said nothing to Kristian directly, waiting until he left before turning to Isaac.

“Alright, spill it. What’s going on with Kristian?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t give me that. If you don’t fess up, you’re not sleeping in our bed tonight.”

“I seriously don’t know anything.”

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