She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 172

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“Mr. Shaw” Alan greeted with a calm smile, the unease from earlier completely vanished, replaced by a newfound confidence as he stepped forward to greet Kristian.

Kristian responded with a polite nod, his own demeanor reserved, “Mr. Briggs.”

After they exchanged a few cordial words, Kristian gestured for Freya and Alan to follow him inside.

The door shut with a soft click behind them, and though Alan’s pulse quickened beneath his suit, he forced a calm facade. As both the president of Briggs Group and Freya’s cousin, he couldn’t afford to let his nerves show

-not now.

Kristian glanced at Freya while leading the way in, his voice casual, yet warm. “Did you manage to grab dinner before coming over?”

Freya nodded, her response brief. “Yes, thank you for asking.”

Alan, trailing slightly behind, furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn’t recall them stopping for a meal at all. Kristian caught the fleeting look of perplexity on Alan’s face but chose not to clarify. Instead, he shifted the conversation towards the task at hand. “Freya, could you assist me with some data transfer?”

“Of course,” Freya agreed promptly.

Had the phone been in good condition, backing up the data would’ve been a breeze.

But with the device nearly beyond repair, Kristian handed the responsibility to Freya–not just for the data, but as a subtle excuse to spend more time with her.

Guiding her toward the study, he watched as she unpacked a small kit and began the tedious process of recovering the data, her fingers working swiftly over the scattered tools.

Kristian remained in the study throughout, never stepping out once, while Alan lingered awkwardly in the hallway, a growing sense of discomfort creeping over him.

Was he really being ignored on purpose by Kristian? Did he really not see how different he was from last night to now? Seriously, how did Kristian manage to keep his cool like that?

As the minutes dragged on, Alan’s restlessness grew, prompting him to scrutinize the living room’s decor. The stark black, white, and gray palette rendered the space cold and impersonal, like a meticulously curated furniture showroom rather than a home.

It was hard to believe someone lived there; the space felt hollow and stripped of any soul.

His gaze drifted across the room, scanning every corner in search of something that might spark familiarity.

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But the longer he stood there, the more out of place it felt–like he’d stepped into it for the very first time.

After several minutes of wandering and quiet unease, Alan considered checking on Freya’s progress. However, as he turned to leave, his eyes caught a glimpse of something unsettling–a security camera, its lens. unblinkingly omniscient.

His heart skipped a beat.

The camera might have captured every moment from the previous night.

Just as his nerves were starting to settle, a fresh wave of anxiety hit Alan–how on earth was he supposed to ask Kristian to delete the footage?

Anxiety twisted in Alan’s chest, but the study remained serene, oblivious to his inner chaos.

To him, the cameras loomed like menacing sentinels, while Kristian regarded them with indifferent ease.

For Kristian, they were merely silent watchers–unnecessary to check unless a break–in shattered the peace. By the stroke of ten o’clock, Freya had meticulously restored all of Kristian’s data.

The sight of his unblemished chat records washed a wave of relief over him. “Thank you,” he murmured, a rare softness touching his usually stern features.

“It’s nothing.” Freya responded with a courteous nod. She hesitated, her thoughts drifting to Alan’s recent turmoil. “Alan is quite sensitive. I apologize for his behavior last night.”

Kristian’s expression softened further, a warm smile breaking through his reserved demeanor. “It’s no big deal. Please, don’t worry about it,” he assured her, his tone light.

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Freya averted her gaze, feeling the pull of his understated charm.

It was a dangerous thing, his allure–when he wasn’t cloaked in his usual cold indifference, he became almost irresistibly magnetic.

She unlocked her phone and glanced up. “I’ll cover the cost of the damages. Just tell me how much are we talking about?”

143,” Kristian replied smoothly, his low, velvety voice curling around the words in a way that made her heart skip.

Freya froze, her mind going blank as her mouth refused to form a single word.

Her eyes flicked to his phone. “That can’t be right. The phone alone costs way more than that.”

Kristian’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Then make it 999 dollars.”

“Kristian” Freya said with a sigh, clearly trying to keep her patience.

“Hmm?” Kristian’s deep voice rumbled, his chiseled face locked in a serious expression

Freya found herself caught off guard by his subtle flirtation.

Distractedly, she set her phone aside and locked eyes with him. “Are you certain the damages are only $999?” She questioned, her eyebrows knitting together in skepticism.

“Yes,” Kristian responded, his tone even and unruffled.

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“Fine,” Freya conceded, though her mind was anything but at ease.

Despite everything. Kristian’s presence alone catered to her intense aesthetic cravings–those deep–set voices, sculpted hands, tailored suits, crisp shirts, and elegantly long legs.

In essence, his allure was unparalleled, eclipsing even the most famed celebrities in the spotlight.

A memory flickered through Freya’s mind, a remnant from her days of age–watching dramas where a joke had circulated-“If the villain is handsome, his misdeeds are often overlooked.”

Back then, she had scoffed, never finding the villains particularly magnetic.

But now, as she observed Kristian–transformed into a persona that seemed almost unnatural–Freya’s instincts sharpened.

Although his actions towards her were far less sinister than any villain’s, his striking looks and mesmerizing voice made it perilously easy to gloss over any past conflicts.

Kristian caught the subtle shift in Freya’s demeanor from serene to wary, and though his face betrayed nothing. confusion flickered through his mind.

He hadn’t made a single move, yet Freya seemed tensed, as if bracing for an unwelcome surprise.

“Alan Freya’s voice cut through the tense silence, sharp and commanding.

At his desk, Alan was engrossed in scrutinizing the camera footage. Her call jolted him from his focus, and he strode towards the study with a quick, determined pace.

By the time he reached them, his expression had shifted into a cool, collected mask. “What’s up?”

Freya didn’t miss a beat. “Mr. Shaw has calculated the damages from last night to be 999 dollars,” she stated, her tone even. “Please transfer the money to him.”

Alan’s eyebrows twitched in a barely noticeable frown. Doubt gnawed at him. He turned to Kristian, seeking confirmation, his voice tinged with skepticism. “Mr. Shaw, are you sure it’s only 999 dollars?”