She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258 I Just Want

Her To Be Safe

“You’re not going.” Frederick grabbed Kristian firmly, his face etched with urgency. “He’s just using scare tactics.

Freya can handle herself. You’ve got to trust her.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” Kristian’s presence was cold and commanding, his tailored suit only

amplifying the intensity of his aura.

He couldn’t afford to take that kind of risk.

Soaking in icy water was dangerous–especially for a woman–and he couldn’t stand by and let that happen.

“Freya knows what she’s doing. You’ve got to believe in her,” Frederick insisted again.

“How exactly is she supposed to handle it?” Kristian lowered his eyes, his voice calm but razor–sharp. His

question struck Frederick dumb. “She’s not going in there as your teammate–she’s going as my ex–wife. What

do you expect her to do in a place she doesn’t know, surrounded by strangers? You think she’s going to blow

her cover?”

Frederick stood frozen under the barrage of questions, words caught somewhere in his throat.

If Freya didn’t want to expose her identity, then she wouldn’t use her skills. That much made sense.

Because if she did, Brendan would know she was K.

But…

“You’ll get sick sitting out there all night in just a shirt,” Frederick tried again, switching tactics. “That place he told you to go? It’s two, maybe three degrees Celsius at dawn.”

Even bundled in a heavy coat, it’d be bone–chilling. And Kristian wasn’t even dressed for it.

Kristian paused, considering, then muttered, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me. I just want her to be safe.”

“Didn’t Freya ask you to trust her?” Frederick threw out his last card. “If you go now, you’re telling her you don’t. Aren’t you afraid she’ll walk away for good?”

Was he? Kristian asked himself that very thing. He was afraid. Terrified.

But deep down, he knew–Freya had already walked away. The fact that she’d forgiven him proved it.

“She’s already moved on.” Something in his tone shifted, like he’d finally accepted it. “No matter what I do,

she’s not coming back, is she?”

Frederick’s voice caught in his throat.

His lips parted, but no words came out.

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Kristian turned without another word and drove straight to the location Brendan had given him. He didn’t understand why Brendan was going against him.

He didn’t think about it. All he cared about was Freya.

He regretted agreeing to her plan.

Even if she had a personal vendetta against Brendan, he never should’ve leher go through with it. It should’ve been him from the beginning.

Frederick couldn’t stop Kristian, so he called Trent right away.

After taking in everything Frederick relayed, Trent merely advised him to stay composed and keep tracking Freya’s whereabouts.

As for Kristian…

There was no controlling him.

He was the kind of man who did what he wanted, no matter what anyone said.

It was a little after nine in the morning in Alerith, but one in the morning where Brendan was.

After his last call with Kristian, Brendan went to bed. He got up later, had breakfast, went about his day–and by the time everything was done, it was ten in the morning.

Back in Alerith, it was six in the evening.

Brendan checked the time, then had Freya brought up from the basement. This time, he treated her more like a guest than a hostage.

He didn’t tie her up and even offered her a seat politely.

Freya eyed him warily. “How long do you plan on keeping me here?”

“Not much longer. I’ll be taking you away soon,” Brendan replied with a charming smile. “But before we leave, there’s something I want you to see.”

Freya didn’t reply.

He handed her an iPad without explanation.

She took it, hesitant, but curious enough to look.

A live feed popped up–someone in a white shirt was sitting quietly on a beach.

The camera didn’t capture his face clearly, but Freya knew that silhouette.

“Why are you showing me this?” she asked, voice flat.

“It seems your ex still has some lingering feelings,” Brendan said, arching a brow. “I gave him two options- either sit by the sea all night or let you soak in ice water all night. He chose the first.”

Freya frowned. So Frederick hadn’t been able to stop Kristian.

Brendan wasn’t hurting her far from Kristian–he wanted to do it close, where it would sting more for Kristian.

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When he said she’d soak all night, she figured it’d probably be no more than an hour.

She could handle that.

“You don’t love him anymore, do you?” Brendan asked when she stayed quiet. “Doesn’t this feel a little like revenge?”

“What’s your grudge against him?” Freya asked, straight to the point.

Brendan’s face soured. He didn’t like the question and quickly lost interest. “That’s none of your business.”

“Natasha.”

“What?” Natasha looked up.

“Pack up. We’re heading to Dora Isle in three hours,” Brendan ordered.

Natasha glanced at Freya. “What about them?”

“Take them with us.”

“Got it.”

With that, Brendan headed upstairs.

Freya, still confused, asked Natasha, who was packing up a computer, “Where’s Dora Isle?”

“Used to be Butterfly Island,” Natasha explained casually. “Brendan bought it and renamed it Dora Isle.”

Butterfly Island? Freya immediately recalled the location. It was within the country.