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.

darkened. “Is it because of

Freya said, her

said lowly, reaching out to gently touch her face. His piercing gaze bore straight into her. “If you truly didn’t care,

with you. If loving someone was as easy as following a checklist, then I’d owe my affection

no v

a laugh. It was a serious declaration, yet it somehow came with a strange kind of

I’m the one you like

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

tone left no room for doubt—it

Freya didn’t pause. “No.”

her arms and left

and strode out

impulsive, Freya quickly set the flowers aside

coolly as he exited the private