Chapter 293 You Care
About Me
Freya stared at Gerard, utterly dumbfounded.
Why was everyone-first Isaac, now Gerard-reacting like this the moment she mentioned Kristian''s condition?
Her confusion only deepened. ncing at Kristian, who had been quietly well- behaved the entire time, she turned back to Gerard and asked, "Why are you even asking that?"
"It just feels a little... unreal," Gerard admitted, scratching his head.
"He really has lost his memory," I''reya said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "After I brought him homest night, I watched him closely. Trust me, there''s no way he''s faking it."
If Kristian was pretending, then someone should hand him an Oscar already.
Sure, you could fake your expressions, your tone-but the tiny, instinctive reactions? Those were nearly impossible to counterfeit. After talking with Isaac, Freya had run her own tests, and she was convinced-this
wasn''t an act.
Gerard shot a quick nce at Kristian, curiosity practically oozing from his eyes.
Kristian frowned ever so slightly, shifting ufortably under the scrutiny. Why was that man staring at him like that? Didn''t anyone teach him it was rude to stare?
"Kristian," Freya said.
His attention snapped to her immediately. "What is it, my dear sister? What can I do for you?"
Gerard blinked. Sister?
"Let me introduce you," Freya said, trying to help Kristian familiarize himself with some people from his past. "This is your assistant, Gerard Todd. You two were really close-you trusted him a lot."
"Assistant?" Kristian tilted his head, looking adorably lost. He had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
Freya paused, then simplified. “He used to help manage your schedule and do tasks you assigned him. But you don''t need to think about all that now. Just remember-you guys were good friends."
"I''ll keep that in mind." Kristian nodded obediently, soaking in her every word.
Gerard''sst bit of hope crumbled. He stared in disbelief. Was this really his cold, decisive, untouchable boss? How did he turn into such a soft, clingy "kid"?
"Do you want to visit the office with him?" Freya suggested gently.
Kristian''s fingers tightened in hisp, his thoughts spiraling. Was Freya nning
to hand him off to someone
else?
Chapter 293 You Care About Me
With a flicker of anxiety, he looked up and whispered, "Can I not go?"
"Of course," Freya reassured him, noticing how quickly his mood had shifted. "It
was just a suggestion. You don''t have to go if you don''t want to."
"I don''t want to go." Kristian spoke up, summoning a bit more confidence this time.
"Then would you rather stay here with Gerard, ore home with me?"
"Go home with you," Kristian blurted out.
He answered so quickly that Gerard couldn''t help but give him another once-over.
The way Kristian clung to Freya so naturally made Gerard wonder-was he really not faking?
Since Kristian''s mind was made up, Freya asked Gerard a few more things, then went off to pack Kristian''s
belongings.
Gerard had initially intended to help, but since there wasn''t much he could do, he ended up sitting beside
Kristian instead. His eyes were filled with curiosity as he called out, "Sir?" Kristian looked at him nkly.
His gaze was just as sharp as always, but itcked the warmth he showed Freya. "Are you talking to me?"
"It''s just the two of us now," Gerard said, watching him closely. "You don''t have to pretend. How long are you nning to keep up this act and fool Ms. Briggs? Need me to help with anything?"
Kristian just stared at him. Was this really the guy Freya said he used to trust?
Freya had exined that he was an adult, that he had gotten sick, and that''s why he was like this now.
But if that were true... would he really have hired someone this dense as his assistant?
Gerard shifted ufortably under Kristian''s silent scrutiny. "What?"
Kristian didn''t have the same intimidating aura as before, but somehow... it was still unsettling.
"Can you move away from me?" Kristian asked bluntly.
"Why?" Gerard asked, still unsure if Kristian was just messing with him. "Worried Ms. Briggs will overhear?"
"No."
"Then what''s the problem?"
"I read somewhere that stupidity is contagious. I don''t want to be affected."
With that, Kristian stood up and wandered off toward Freya, leaving Gerard frozen in ce.
Freya was packing his clothes when Kristian appeared beside her, looking like he wanted to say something but didn''t know how. "What''s wrong? Not enjoying your chat with Gerard?"
"I don''t like him,” Kristian mumbled, tugging at her sleeve. "He keeps asking weird questions, like he''s trying to
trick me."
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Gerard, who had just walked into the room, nearly choked.
Freya raised an eyebrow.
She cast a quick nce in Gerard''s direction, a flicker of instinctive curiosity in her
eyes, wondering what on
earth he could''ve said to make Kristian react like that.
Gerard came clean, his voice low but sincere, a tangle of emotions flickering
behind his eyes.
It was bing clearer now-Kristian''s amnesia and the way his intelligence had regressed weren''t some act.
This was real, no question about it.
With a heavy sigh, Gerard let the truth settle between them.
Once Freya had pieced everything together, she turned to Kristian with a soft look
and reassured him gently, "He just finds it hard to believe you''re actually unwell,
so he was checking in on you. That''s how he shows he
cares."
"I get it," Kristian murmured, clearly a bit put off.
His sister always seemed to defend everyone else. Was he never enough? That thought cast a shadow over his
face.
Ten minutes ticked by, and Freya finally finished packing up Kristian''s things.
Now that he was about to leave the apartment, that heavy gloom that had been following him around seemed to lift. He even reached out first, taking the suitcase from Freya with surprising cheer. "I''ll carry it."
She opened her mouth, ready to say she could handle it herself, but he''d already taken it from her grasp.
It was right then that something caught her attention-something she''d never really noticed before.
She reached for his hand and examined it closely, her delicate brows drawing together at the sight of the blisters scattered across his palm. "When did you get these?"
"This morning," Kristian admitted quietly, not daring to hide it.
"While making breakfast?"
"Yeah..."
Would she think he was an idiot?
Kristian pressed his lips together, doubt creeping in as he stood there, unsure of
himself.
Freya looked at the blisters again-some were raw, two had already burst. They looked painful. "Do they hurt?"
“Huh?” Kristian blinked, thinking he must''ve misheard her.
"These,” Freya said again, ncing down at his hand. “Do they hurt?"
Kristian''s face lit up, like a kid handed his favorite candy. He shook his head right away, eyes bright. "Not one
bit."
Freya made a quick call, asking the bodyguard to take Kristian''s luggage over to her apartment, then brought him to the hospital herself.
On the way there, Kristian felt like he was floating-happier than if someone had handed him a whole bag of
sweets.
Just the memory of Freya''s gentle concern made his chest bloom with warmth,
and before he could stop himself, a smile crept across his face, joy flickering in his
eyes.
When Freya nced at the side mirror, she caught the tiny grin tugging at his lips. She blinked, puzzled. What was he smiling at?
"Something make you happy?" she asked, wondering if he might''ve remembered
some childhood memory.
Kristian''s eyes glimmered as he nodded, lips pressing into a smile. "Yeah!"
"Wanna tell me what it is?" Freya asked lightly.
She didn''t read too much into it.
If it really was some old memory, she could take him back to where he used to
y, or maybe have Isaac spend time with him.
Kristian''s smile deepened as he answered, “You just showed you care about me." She Took The House, The Car And My Heart