Chapter 753:
To stay in the loop about Kristian’s situation, Freya asked Gerard to keep her updated about whatever they discussed. Gerard agreed without objection.
On the drive, Kristian sat quietly in the passenger seat.
Gerard found himself utterly unable to guess what Kristian was thinking. Even though he had the mind of a five-year-old, Kristian carried an undeniable air of command.
What struck Gerard most was how different Kristian had been around Freya earlier. With her, Kristian had been all sweetness and manners, acting like the perfect, well-behaved child. But now, the warmth from before had completely vanished, replaced by a chill that made Gerard instinctively uneasy.
“Gerard,” Kristian said, sharp gaze cutting over to him. “If you keep staring at me instead of the road, you’re going to crash.”
Gerard had been driving carefully all along, so there was no real danger. Still, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by Kristian’s sudden change. “Did you remember something, Mr. Shaw?” he asked cautiously.
“Is that what you want?” Kristian shot back, stubbornness burning in his voice. “Am I not as good as I used to be?”
Gerard fell silent, at a complete loss for words. He said nothing for the rest of the drive, quietly steering them back to the apartment complex they had stayed at before.
All throughout getting out of the car, heading home, and getting ready to talk, Gerard—who was usually quick on the uptake—kept his wits about him, carefully observing that Kristian’s aura of command was very real. And it was a far cry from the way Kristian behaved around Freya.
“Mr. Shaw,” Gerard said as he poured him some coffee and finally sat across from him. “What did you want to discuss?”
“I don’t want anyone else to know what we talk about today, especially Freya,” Kristian said coldly.
Gerard’s heart gave a violent lurch, but he forced himself to stay composed. He reassured himself that Kristian hadn’t fully recovered yet and probably wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
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With a practiced smile, Gerard replied, “Don’t worry, Mr. Shaw. My lips are sealed.”
“Tell me everything about what happened between me and her,” Kristian demanded, “especially the part about the divorce.”
He understood the concept of divorce, but couldn’t wrap his head around why he and Freya would have gone through it. Had he really been that unworthy of her love?
“Well…” Gerard hesitated, looking a little troubled. “Even though you two were married for only two years, there’s a lot to cover, and if I tried to cram it all at once, I might miss something. It’d take more than a day.”
More importantly, what was the point of telling all that to someone who thought like a five-year-old?
“Just tell me the important parts,” Kristian said, already growing impatient. For the umpteenth time, he wondered if Gerard really was his assistant. Why was he dragging out something so simple? He was nothing like Lawrence.
Gerard studied him for a second, then, after thinking it over, launched into a recounting of everything—how Kristian and Freya met, married, talked about divorce, separated, and what had unfolded afterward.
By the time he finished, it was already noon.
He didn’t notice that as he spoke, Kristian’s expression, demeanor, and even the look in his eyes had shifted subtly and gradually.
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