She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 291 To Make Her Like Him A Little More Freya had straightened up the guest room, and only once everything was in perfect order did she finally turn to Kristian and say, "You'll sleep here tonight. There are fresh toiletries in the bathroom. If you need anything or have questions, don't hesitate to ask me." "Okay." Kristian stood there, nodding meekly in agreement.

Freya told him, "Go wash up and get srest." Kristian didn't move, still rooted to the floor.

Recalling what Lawrence had mentioned, Freya asked gently, "What's wrong?" "I don't have any clean clothes to change into." Kristian dropped his gaze and fiddled with his fingers for a long tbefore he mustered the courage to say it aloud.

He didn't want to be a burden to his sister.

But still...

"You go freshen up first." A flicker of concern crossed Freya's face. “I'll check if the neighbor next door has a spare pair of pajamas we can borrow." Kristian and Ellis were roughly the ssize, so pajamas wouldn't be an issue. As for everyday clothes, she planned to ask Gerard to bring a few sets over the next day.

Just as the words left Freya's lips, a knock sounded at the door.

She opened it to find Ellis standing outside, holding out a bag. "You probably don't have anything that fits him.

These are new. Never worn." Freya was caught off guard. She hadn't expected him to be so considerate.

Ellis offered a small, quiet smile. "Go on. Give them to him." After expressing her thanks, Freya turned to take the clothes to Kristian, only to find him already standing nearby.

She passed the clothes to him, mentioning they were from Ellis.

"Thank you, mister," Kristian mumbled innocently as he accepted the bag.

He wasn't in the mood to talk, not really, but he knew enough to show appreciation when someone helped him. Otherwise, his sister might think he was ungrateful.

Ellis was shocked.

Chapter 291 To Make Her Like Him A Little More So was Freya.

Neither of them had anticipated that.

Kristian took the clothes and went to shower, behaving with near-exaggerated obedience.

Ellis watched him for a moment before turning to Freya. "What's going on?" "Lawrence said he's lost his memory. His mental state is about that of a five-year-old." Freya led Ellis into the living room and explained more thoroughly, "There's no,medical treatment for it. We can only wait and hope he recovers naturally. Lawrence will see him every month for a check-up." Ellis's expression grew slightly more serious. "So what are you planning to do?" "I'll talk to Kristian's father tomorrow." Freya spoke clearly, her voice calm. "If Isaac wants to bring him home, Kristian will return to Jeucwell. If not, I'll look after him for now." "Alright." Ellis agreed with her approach.

"Captain." "Hmm?" "Have you ever taken care of a child before?" Freya couldn't help asking. "With Kristian like this, I really don't know what to do." "Just treat him like a five-year-old," Ellis said gently. "If you need help, I'll be here." Freya paused, then nodded. "Okay." That night, Kristian didn't sleep soundly.

In his dreams, shadowy images drifted in and out-himself, and his sister, the one who had brought him home. Every the tried to see more clearly, the vision would dissolve into a blinding flash of white, then vanish. Again and again, the dream repeated itself in that fleeting, fragmented way.

As for Freya, after she washed up and crawled into bed, Lawrence's words kept echoing in her mind. "He loves you, Freya. More than anything." Did Kristian love her? Freya didn't think so. What she sensed felt closer to guilt, to a desperate need to make things right.

During that long, painful month before their divorce was finalized, arguments, endless and heated, had consumed them. And knowing Kristian's personality, once he realized how deeply he'd hurt her, he would've gone to great lengths to make amends.

What had happened on Butterfly Island was likely his attempt to do just that.

Her thoughts spiraled, tangled and endless, and eventually Freya gave up trying to make sense of it. Whether it was love, guilt, or smix of both-it no longer mattered.

She fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Freya woke, faint sounds drifted from the living room. Rubbing at her temples, still groggy with sleep, she dressed and stepped out.

< Chapter 291 To Make Her Like Him A Little More As she entered the living room and caught sight of someone bustling around the dining table, she froze.

What on earth...? Had Kristian recovered? As if sensing her presence, Kristian turned, his eyes clear and bright with hope. "I made breakfast. Will you try some?" Freya, still half in a daze, wandered over to the table. She, stared at the abundant spread and asked, "You made all of this?" "Yeah!" Kristian answered with a faint smile.

Freya pressed her lips together. "When did you get up?" "Five o'clock." Kristian answered without hesitation. His dark eyes sparkled. "I didn't know what you liked, so I made a little of everything I could think of." Freya considered telling him not to go to such trouble-but then reminded herself that Kristian wasn't truly a child. In the end, all she asked was, "Did Lawrence teach you to cook?" "No." "Then how do you know?" "I have no idea." Kristian meant every word. "As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, it just... cto me." Freya looked at him, unsure how to feel. "You don't need to get up this early to make breakfast. If you're hungry, just calland I'll order something for us." For a fleeting moment, she wished he really had regained his memories and maturity.

But as she studied the dishes on the table, she was certain he was telling the truth. After two years of marriage, she could recognize his culinary style and habits instantly.

The breakfast had been made by a child's hands. But a child with a gift for cooking.

"Freya..." ." Kristian's voice was quieter now, the gleam in his eyes beginning to fade.

Freya was still fixated on the food and didn't notice. "Hmm?" "Is it because you don't like any of this?" Kristian's shoulders drooped slightly, his eyes dim.

He just wanted to do something nice for her-anything that might make her like him a little more.

But now, he worried he'd failed.

"No." Remembering his current state of mind, Freya tried to soothe him! "I just want you to get a bit more sleep. That's all."

"I already slept enough," Kristian said quickly, the light springing back into "Ifyqueddn't mind, I can his eyes.

make breakfast for you every morning." "That's really not necessary." Freya didn't want him going to such trouble. "Just do as I say, alright?" Kristian wanted to protest, but worried he might upset his sister if he pushed too much. In the end, he simply 15.51 Chapter 291 To Make Her Like Him A Little More bowed his head and muttered, "Okay." "You go ahead and eat." Freya wasn't quite sure how to comfort him. "I'll wash up and be back in a moment." "Alright," Kristian agreed, but waited for Freya to sit down before he touched his food.

During breakfast, he kept watching her closely, noting which dishes she favored and which she barely touched.

In his mind, he'd already made a decision.

Whatever his sister liked, he'd learn to make it for her from now on.

After breakfast, Freya told Kristian to go rest on the couch for a while as she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher.

Once she'd finished tidying up, she sent a message to Ellis and Melvin letting them know she wouldn't be coming to the office today.