?Chapter 907:


    Kristian went quiet.


    He understood what wasing for him, but that didn’t mean he was ready to face it—not the leaving, not the vanishing, and certainly not saying goodbye to Freya.


    The rest of the ride passed in silence. Kristian kept to himself, and Freya didn’t speak either. The bodyguard drove them to the hospital without dy.


    While Kristian was being treated, Freya’s phone buzzed—it was a message from Ellis, asking where she was. She didn’t hesitate; she told him the truth.


    Half an hourter, Ellis showed up at the hospital.


    Freya was still waiting outside the treatment room when she spotted him.


    He crossed the hallway with long strides. His eyes swept to the closed door before he turned to her, his voice deep and edged with worry.


    “Why are you at the hospital?”


    Freya exined everything, leaving nothing out.


    She wasn’t someone who leaned on others often, but at that moment, she waspletely at a loss.


    “Freyrian” hadn’t done anything wrong, but neither had Kristian. The harsh truth was that only one personality could stay.


    “He’s probably not a new personality,” Ellis said, gently guiding her to a seat.


    He was ready to tell her everything he’d uncovered, but as soon as he touched her hand, he frowned. “Your hands are freezing. Are you okay?”


    Freya blinked, unsure how to respond. It was winter—weren’t cold hands just part of the deal?


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    Without a word, Ellis unwound his scarf and wrapped it around her neck, snug and warm. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek hand warmer. “Take this.”


    Freya stared, caught off guard. What even was that?


    When she didn’t move to take it, Ellis ced it gently in her palm and folded her hands between his.


    Just like that, warmth flooded through her fingers and up the backs of her hands.


    “You don’t need to worry too much about Kristian,” Ellis murmured, his voice calm and steady as he kept her hands warm. “Once they’ve stitched him up, I’ll exin everything.”


    “Alright,” Freya answered softly, not pulling away.


    They fell into silence, and the hallway felt oddly hushed. Only the faintest footsteps passed now and then.


    Freya was still wrapped in the warmth of Ellis’s touch. Her breath caught for no clear reason, and her heart started to race.


    “Ellis,” she said, pressing her lips together, awkward in the unfamiliar closeness. “My hands are warm now.”


    Ellis arched a brow, his tone easy butced with yful teasing. “Are you sure you know what ‘warm’ means?”


    Freya froze.


    “I’m not going to bite. What are you so afraid of?” he added with a softugh.


    She quickly changed the subject. “Do you have a hand warmer in your pocket?” Now that she’d taken a proper look, she finally recognized it for what it was.


    Its refined, minimalist design had thrown her off at first. Honestly, Ellis didn’t seem like the type to carry something so… delicate.


    Ellis’s brow lifted slightly. “Do you really want to know?”


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