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.

that, Freya turned and left for the living room, refusing to waste any more time

flickered across his face before he rose deliberately from the bed, adjusted his disheveled clothing with careful attention, slipped on his polished

breakfast, Kristian sat in silence, his eyes downcast, entirely

folded his hands neatly on the table, his quiet composure reflecting the steadiness he always carried. His gaze settled on Freya,

gave a brief reply.

????????

here?” The question came out sharp and

chose a hotel under the Briggs Group’s name so I could use the master key card

to get her hands on the card so easily. Did he really think she hadn’t caught on

Kristian denied, though a flicker of smug satisfaction stirred inside him—she’d seen right through him. “I

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

her, caught off

down an easy exit once it was offered. Even if part of him wanted

because you tell me