She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 873:

Freya’s brows creased, a flicker of conflict in her expression. Kristian asked again, “Freya, will you be my girlfriend?”

“No,” she said without skipping a beat, her rejection firm, without a trace of hesitation.

For a second, Kristian smiled. Still clutching the bouquet, he leaned in just slightly, narrowing the space between them. “Can I ask why?”

“I don’t love you,” Freya answered calmly, her voice even. She watched as the man before her seemed to shift—becoming suddenly unfamiliar, impossible to read. “I’ve told you this before.”

She knew her answer might push him into paranoia or worse—something irrational, something out of control. But she couldn’t offer him a promise she didn’t mean. To give hope where there was none—that was cruelty, pure and simple.

“Why don’t you love me?” Kristian demanded, his mask slipping, his tone tight. “I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked. You told me to behave—I did. You told me not to lie—I told you everything. Every last secret. I’ve done it all. So why don’t you love me back?”

Freya was left speechless. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, words failing her.

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said, her voice

gently touch her face. His piercing gaze bore straight into her.

with you. If loving someone was as easy as

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into a thin line, barely stifling a laugh. It was a serious declaration, yet it somehow came

I’m the one you like best,” Kristian said, eyes glued to

wasn’t sure how to respond. Wasn’t the normal thing to do after rejection

tone left no room for doubt—it was clear he had made his decision.

Freya didn’t pause. “No.”

the bouquet into her arms and left her with

he pulled back, turned around, and strode out of

do something impulsive, Freya quickly set the flowers

he exited the private room, his long strides swiftly