She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Not Thrilled To See Me, Are You

& Chilling race cut through the silence abruptly.

Gerard suffered an unsettling realization washing over him as he recognized his boss’s commanding tone.

The corners of his mouch badn’t even settled before his boss spoke up again, stealing the moment.

Showing yoursel Kistan approached, his presence casting a shadow over the once light–hearted atmosphere

Boch Gerard and Freya turned to face bim at the same moment.

Gerard rose swiftly, his threat tightening as he stammered, “Mr–Mr. Shaw…”

Why was his boss here now?

Preya gare Cristan a feeding glance, then resumed watching, seemingly unaffected by his arrival.

of he got in that easily be bad dearly figured out her password. She definitely needed to change it–soon.

Have you prepared the apology statement?” Kristian’s voice harbored a controlled anger.

Gerard’s eyes darted towards Freva. He was uncertain whether she had drafted it, especially since she had spent the entire afternoon secluded upstairs.

Why the urgency Freya responded coldly. “It will be sent out eventually.”

Texpect it to be posted by tomorrow evening,” Kristian declared, his brow furrowing at her casual demeanor. “it’s not, be prepared for the fallout.”

“You’re really disrupting my evening Freya snapped back, irritation clear in her voice. “Can’t I have a moment’s peace to watch TV?”

With a sigh, Freya snatched up her glass of water and marched upstairs, her steps echoing.

Both Gerard and Kristian stood there, dumbfounded by the abrupt outburst of Freya’s temper.

Gerard, compressing his lips, hesitantly ventured, “Don’t worry. I’ll stay late and draft one myself. If she hasn’t prepared it by tomorrow, I’ll send her mine

Kristian merely gazed at him, offering no reply.

Under the weight of his piercing stare, Gerard nervously wiped his brow, puzzled. “Is there something on my

face

He remembered clearly washing up after their meal–his face had been free of anything

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“Why aren’t you heading out for dinner?” Kristian’s gaze hardened, his features tightening into a mask of cold displeasure.

“I’ve had my dinner already,” Gerard responded, recalling how he had been so captivated by the variety show that he had lost all sense of wariness. “Ms. Briggs had my meal ordered along with hers around six, and we shared it.”

Kristian’s eyes seemed to frost over at the mention.

It had been a long time since he had dined with Freya, yet here was Gerard, seemingly relishing his evening, despite being placed here strictly for business.

Realization dawned slowly on Gerard. “You haven’t eaten yet?”

“Go to the office and scrub the toilets,” Kristian instructed, ignoring the question.

Gerard raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Seriously?”

Kristian, leaning back with a sardonic lift of his eyebrow, retorted smoothly, “Do I seem like I’m in the mood for jokes?”

“And what of Ms. Briggs?” Gerard inquired, his tone laced with a hint of worry.

“I’ll handle her personally,” Kristian stated, his tone sharpening around the word “personally“.

Realization dawned on Gerard, a shadow passing over his features as he decoded the frostiness in his boss’s manner. “Understood, I’m off to the office then.”

He turned on his heel and exited with urgent strides, his departure brisk and without delay.

As a frequent moocher of snacks and screen time, Gerard made it a point to haul out the garbage as he left–a tiny gesture of goodwill.

With the door’s soft click, Kristian’s gaze swept over the room, contemplative and calculating.

Had he not appeared tonight, would Freya have tolerated Gerard’s continued presence?

Compelled by this question, he made his way upstairs silently and tapped on the door behind which Freya had vanished.

Freya, expecting Gerard, swung the door open without hesitation.

The notion that Kristian might linger had never crossed her mind.

He was likely just here to monitor Gerard’s progress; after all, a personal check–in often proved more impactful than a simple call.

However, upon seeing Kristian instead, Freya promptly tried to close the door, a clear dismissal.

But Kristian was quick; he blocked the door.

He observed the shift in his demeanor as she caught sight of him. A pang of jealousy over Gerard’s presence made his tone unusually harsh. “Not thrilled to see me, are you?”

Freya’s response was terse. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

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“You have a particular fondness for Gerard?” Kristian probed further, his voice laced with a hint of insecurity.

Freya retorted with a frosty edge, “I tend to prefer the company of those who possess a semblance of common sense.”

“Freya!” Kristian’s voice rose, a mix of frustration and disbelief echoing in the space between them.

“Either speak your truth or leave,” Freya countered sharply, her voice icy.

“You’re this agitated over a mere apology?” Kristian challenged, his annoyance palpable as he revisited an old grievance. “When you masterminded that viral slander against Ashley, did you even pause to consider the fallout?”

At his words, Freya’s resolve wavered, her wish for his absence so intense she could almost quantify it–a million just to see him vanish.

His accusation hung heavily in the air, rendering her silent. Kristian felt a pang of discomfort at her quietude; he would have preferred her fiery retorts or cutting remarks over her silent treatment.

Interrupting the tense moment, Kristian’s phone buzzed to life.

Glancing at the display and seeing the name “Liam“, his brow furrowed in irritation. He excused himself to the balcony of the study, answering the call. “What’s up?”

“Do I need a reason to call?” His younger brother Liam Shaw’s voice came through, light and teasing, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere Kristian left behind. “Hey there, my dear brother.”

“Keep wasting my time and y

“Keep wasting my time and you’ll find yourself out on the street,” Kristian warned, his voice icy with menace.

Liam let out a low chuckle, his a fit.”

“What is it that you want?”

emeanor still relaxed. “Oh, if you were to throw me out, Grandpa would have

“Kristian pressed, his impatience evident.

Their interactions were infrequent at best, and Kristian was certain Liam hadn’t called without an ulterior

motive.