Chapter 181:
After encouraging her to retire early, Kristian ended the call and stretched out on the sofa for the night.
When morning arrived, Freya awakened in her bedroom, momentarily disoriented. Her recollection extended only to sitting in Kristian’s passenger seat, succumbing to fatigue, and leaning against the headrest as sleep overtook her. Then, consciousness had returned.
She dismissed her confusion and prepared to slip her feet into slippers when she noticed she was wearing pajamas.
Without much contemplation, she understood Kristian had been responsible.
Before Ashley’s disruptive phone call, he had attended to her needs like this numerous times. After shopping expeditions or late-night functions, he would carry her home directly.
He would meticulously remove her makeup, help her change, and settle her comfortably beneath the covers. Her only responsibility was to surrender to slumber.
Evidently, she had been profoundly exhausted the previous night, remaining undisturbed even during her change of clothes.
After showering and selecting fresh attire, Freya descended the stairs with slippers on her feet. Rounding the corner, she spotted a figure sprawled across the sofa and paused mid-step.
Had he really spent the entire night on that uncomfortable furniture? Clad in light-colored casual loungewear, she approached and nudged his long leg, which was dangling over the sofa’s edge. “Wake up.”
Kristian stirred at her prompting.
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Opening his eyes to find her standing before him, he experienced a moment of bewilderment.
“You should leave,” Freya stated plainly, her shoulder-length hair cascading over her clothing, enhancing her detached demeanor.
“You’re rather unsympathetic,” Kristian remarked through the fog of interrupted sleep, massaging his forehead as he shifted to a sitting position. A migraine began to pulse behind his eyes. “If I hadn’t carried you inside last night, you’d still be slumbering in the vehicle.”
“Should I express gratitude?” Freya countered, her tone deliberately devoid of warmth.
She wasn’t someone who would dismiss previous grievances because of a single act of kindness.
Kristian pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was she so confrontational at this early hour? Had he somehow provoked her ire?
Freya disregarded his discomfort and placed a call to order breakfast.
She requested only a single portion.
Though accomplished in many areas, she found cooking tedious and bothersome. Consequently, she typically relied on delivery services, occasionally preparing simple dishes when necessary.
Kristian lingered instead of leaving, casually observing as Freya ordered her meal and disappeared upstairs. He then wandered into her kitchen with an easy grace.
Despite her aversion to cooking, the kitchen was immaculate, boasting pristine countertops that rarely saw use, and only a smattering of basic spices lined the shelves.
A blender caught his eye, alongside a modest selection of fruit. After about half an hour, the doorbell rang with the delivery of Freya’s ordered meal.
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