She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 She Didn’t

Need His Protection

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“I can explain.” Freya squeezed the bridge of her nose, feeling like she was on the verge of unraveling.

The silence on the other end of the line stretched, a heavy pause that made it clear her captain was waiting to see how she intended to spin this tale.

“I’m locked in a room with a friend, and the entire place reeks of something–an aphrodisiac,” she explained, her voice steady, knowing her captain would understand. “I thought calling you might help me calm down.” Upon hearing that, the man couldn’t quite decide if he should be annoyed or entertained.

Calling him to calm down? Only she would think of that.

“Did it help?” he asked, dry amusement lacing his words.

“It did.”

“Are you safe now?”

Yes,” Freya answered without hesitation.

Satisfied for the moment, the man eased slightly, though his tone still carried an edge.

But now that the chaos had somewhat passed, there were a few things that needed clarification. “Since you’re out of danger, we should talk about a few things.”

“About what?”

“Your use of me as a calming mechanism.” He stressed the word “calming” with deliberate weight.

Freya’s heart sank. She’d been hoping this wouldn’t come up. “What’s on your mind?”

“We’ll talk in person,” her captain replied, holding back the rest of what he really wanted to say.

If he told her outright that she needed to take responsibility, she might lose it.

Freya froze. Talk in person? Was he coming back? Or was he planning something with the team?

“Throw that man into the bathroom,” the voice on the phone ordered casually. “And don’t forget to protect yourself just because you’re away from the team.”

Freya gave a quick nod, even though he couldn’t see it. “Got it.”

“That man–is it Kristian Shaw?”

Freya’s breath hitched.

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She almost thought he had surveillance on her. How could he possibly know that?

“Your private life isn’t something I’ll interfere with too much,” the man said, his voice cool but firm. “But there’s one thing I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Men are like teammates. If they betray you once, don’t trust them again.

Freya swallowed. He already knew. “I understand.”

“Still need to calm down?” he asked.

Freya mind was sharp now, crystal clear. “No need.”

“Call me if anything else comes up.”

“Alright.”

As the call ended, Freya felt the pressure in her chest finally lift.

On the other end of the line, the man stared at his screen for a moment. His long, defined fingers pinched the bridge of his nose before he set the phone aside and returned to work.

He believed she could handle her problem.

Once she hung up, Freya called Liam. She told him she and Kristian had been locked inside a room. She also explained Kristian’s condition and asked Liam to buy a few things and act like he was just dropping by to check on them.

Liam didn’t ask questions. He did exactly as she said.

Roughly twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on the door.

Freya immediately knocked back in response, letting Liam know they were inside. Liam spotted something suspicious on the door and quickly handled it, unlocking the entrance.

At critical times, Liam could be counted on.

As the door swung open, he saw the situation unfold before him–Kristian was sprawled on the bed, his complexion off–color.

Freya stepped forward. “Hand me the items and wait outside for a bit.”

“Alright.” Liam handed her the bag without hesitation.

Even if someone was watching, they wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing, nor realize that it was Freya who had opened the door.

Once Freya had everything, Liam stepped back and stood watch outside as instructed.

Freya took one of the items he’d brought and administered it to Kristian. Then, she waited.

About ten minutes passed before his body temperature gradually leveled out, and he finally started to stir.

Freya switched the signal jammers back on, tossed a glance his way, and said with calm indiffere dressed and leave.”

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Kristian stared at her, bewildered by how unfazed she looked.

His first thought? Freya was downright cold.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked when he continued lying there, still as stone. “You’ve been missing for over an hour. Your family might be worried.”

Kristian stayed silent. He got up, changed into fresh clothes, and adjusted is appearance, his gaze unreadable.

Five minutes later, he stood before her, fully dressed.

“If you’re ready, leave,” Freya said, walking toward the bed and starting to mess it up.

“What are you doing?” Kristian asked, his body still slightly weak, mind slow to process.

“Creating the illusion that something happened between us,” Freya replied flatly, devoid of emotion. “It’s necessary for what comes next.”

She finished disheveling the bed without so much as a pause.

Then she replaced the scent sources in the room, removing towels and tissues.

Soon, the air was thick with the same intoxicating fragrance as before.

Kristian instinctively retreated to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to cover himself.

Freya picked up her now–dry clothes, swept the room with a final glance to ensure nothing was missed, got dressed, and tied her hair back in a casual knot before opening the door to leave.

Kristian looked toward the door, momentarily dazed. It could be opened now?

“Wait.” He called out, a sharp throb piercing the back of his neck.