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

A subtle, almost imperceptible emotion flickered across his face before he rose deliberately from the bed, adjusted his disheveled clothing with careful attention,

in silence, his eyes downcast, entirely focused

hands neatly on the table, his quiet composure reflecting the

brief reply.

???????? ??

The question came out sharp and direct, cutting through the silence

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

have been able to get her hands on the card so easily.

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

Freya stood up from her

at her, caught off

the type to turn down an easy exit once it was offered. Even if part of him wanted to resist, he wouldn’t make

just leave because you tell me