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    Kristian’s lips curled into a faint smile, a soft sound of amusement escaping as he pulled out his phone and called Gerard, telling him to bring the meal up.


    Within minutes, Gerard arrived with the food.


    Just as n was about to dig in, Kristian smoothly slid the te of pasta away from him and ced it in front of Freya. “The pasta’s too soft. I figured you wouldn’t like it, Mr. Briggs.”


    n paused mid-reach, his gaze flicking to Kristian, a mixture of surprise and confusion on his face.


    Everyone knew Freya wasn’t picky when it came to food. She’d eat anything. But there was one detail only n had ever known—something not even Hugh or Ethel had figured out unless he told them. Freya liked her food soft.


    n found his eyes drifting toward Freya’s ex-husband.


    He couldn’t stop himself from wondering—did Kristian actually love Freya or not? If he did, then why on earth had they split up? But if he didn’t, what was he doing paying attention to such a small detail? n had noticed it earlier. The moment Kristian spoke, Freya hesitated, clearly thrown off bnce.


    Even though she rarely let her feelings show, n liked to think of himself as a seasoned observer of human behavior.


    “Mr. Briggs, not a fan of the food?” Kristian had asked, catching sight of n holding his fork midair, the food untouched.


    “I’m not picky,” n replied curtly, before finally starting to eat.


    Within five minutes, Freya had already polished off her meal, while n was still chewing at a leisurely pace.


    Then Kristian turned to Freya and said, “Come with me.” Just like that, he took her away to erase the surveince footage.


    He even allowed her to watch him do it.


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    That one gesture softened n’s view of him, and the irritation he’d felt when he first found out about Kristian and Freya’s divorce began to ease.


    But would that feeling stay the same if he ever learned the real reason behind their split?


    Inside the study, Kristian tracked down the footage by checking the timestamp.


    Just as he was about to hit delete, Freya suddenly said she wanted to see it first. She fast-forwarded through the video, and after watching the scene unfold in the living room, her brows pinched together slightly. Her eyes drifted to Kristian.


    “What’s wrong?” Kristian asked, confused by the change in her expression.


    “Have you been going through somethingtely?” Freya had debated whether to ask. Whatever was going on with Kristian wasn’t really her concern anymore.


    But after watching the video, one thought kept circling in her head: since when did Kristian have this much patience?


    Back then, if something like this had happened, Kristian would’ve had n thrown out before he could cause a second of trouble. Why was he letting it slide now?


    Kristian picked up on her meaning by piecing together her question and the footage. “No. It’s just because he’s your cousin.”


    He meant he was letting n off the hook for Freya’s sake, even though the man had practically torn his apartment apart.


    Freya couldn’t even exin what she was feeling. When she remembered the part where n snatched Kristian’s phone and smashed it, her head started to ache. Why was n so talented at causing chaos?


    “Can you make a copy of this for me?” Freya had made up her mind.


    n needed a reality check.


    Kristian paused for a moment. “You really want a copy?”


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