She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 884:

But with this transformed version of him, she felt only a strange emotional emptiness—neither relief at his recovery nor indignation at his subterfuge. He seemed to her like someone who simply needed help, nothing more.

“Come eat breakfast,” she directed, deliberately avoiding any further discussion of the matter.

The hotel was in close proximity to her residence, and the morning was still young.

Kristian remained motionless, fixated on obtaining the answer he sought. “You’ve evaded my original question about why you brought me back. Are you regretting your earlier rejection? Perhaps reconsidering your decision?”

“Do you really want to know?” she challenged.

“Yes.”

“Then satisfy your hunger first, and I’ll provide the explanation you’re looking for.”

Their exchange had an elegant simplicity, free of unnecessary complexity.

the living room, refusing to waste

A subtle, almost imperceptible emotion flickered across his face before he rose deliberately from

silence, his eyes downcast, entirely

his quiet composure reflecting the steadiness he always carried. His

a brief reply. “Talk about

𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

The question came out sharp and direct, cutting through the

and indifferent. “You chose a hotel under the Briggs

to get her hands

Kristian denied, though a flicker of smug satisfaction stirred inside him—she’d seen right through him. “I stayed there to dig up dirt

up from her seat. “I’ll have someone drive you

at her, caught off

offered. Even if part of him wanted to resist, he wouldn’t

because you tell me to?”