NovelOnlineChapter 862: Frederick and Greta exchanged another glance. They believed Kristian was laying it on thick.
"No," Freya replied firmly. "If you don't want to, we won't go. If you do, I'll take you." Kristian met her eyes. He didn't want to go. Selfishly, he wanted her all to himself-wanted her world to revolve around him alone. But if he stopped her this time, what about the next? "Let's go," he finally said. It was also a good chance to find out if Freya was afraid of ghosts. "They're your friends. I don't want you to miss out because of me." "Really?" "Yes." Freya agreed to Greta's plan.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce the tand place were set, she looked a little unsure. After a pause, she reminded him, "If you feel like leaving once we're there, just say so, okay?" "Okay," Kristian responded sweetly.
Freya gave a small nod and turned to head back to her study, but Kristian stopped her.
"Freya." "Can you stay withthe whole twe're with your friends?" Kristian asked, his wide-eyed, innocent look almost too convincing. "I don't know them, and I feel safer when you're close." "Sure," Freya agreed.
Kristian smiled-bright, almost angelic.
ga ln o vsholds great reads Seeing that expression, Freya felt momentarily dazed. If only his heart were as pure as that smile. But he was a far cry from the man he used to be. She couldn't help but wonder... could amnesia truly change someone so much? Kristian waved a hand close to Freya's face.
She blinked and returned to the moment. "Go ahead and take care of what you need. I'll take you withthis afternoon." "Sounds good." After Freya left for her room, he pulled out his phone and called Gerard right away.
There were evening plans to sort out. He'd be meeting Freya's friends, and he needed to show exactly where he stood. He called once. Then again. The phone stayed off.
Not wasting time, he looked up Gerard's contact details, found his hnumber, and dialed it.
The call was answered by an older man-Gerard's father. As soon as he heard it was his son's boss on the line, he didn't hesitate. "Gerard!" he called out sharply. "Why is your phone off? Your boss has been trying to reach you!" Gerard was in the middle of a documentary. "My boss?"
"Yes, your boss called." Gerard's father thrust the phone toward him, his expression firm. "Answer it. Now."
Panic surged through Gerard like a wave. His hands were clammy as he grabbed the phone. After a nervous breath; he spoke with forced calm. "Hello, Mr. Shaw." "So your phone's just... off?"
"It broke yesterday. I dropped it and had to send it in forgepairs Maven't picked iNup yet." "You wantto double-check that with your dad?"
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