NovelBookChapter 849: "Freya..." Kristian emerged from the kitchen, cradling his injured finger, his expression betraying wounded pride. "I accidentally sliced my finger while preparing vegetables. Will you think I'm too clumsy?" Freya examined his bleeding hand and, without considering her response, blurted, "Well, you certainly are." She inwardly swore she hadn't intended to mock him. It was merely an instinctive reaction to his self-deprecating question.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristian paused, frozen for a heartbeat. His thoughts scrambled to keep pace. Blood still trickled steadily from his hand. "What did you just say?" "Next time, try not to get so friendly with knives," Freya replied, her tone carrying a flicker of awkwardness. "Someone's going to deliver the meals, so you don't have to worry about cooking." Kristian's eyes narrowed as he held her gaze. “You just said I'm too clumsy, right?" Freya blinked, caught off guard, momentarily speechless. How was she supposed to answer that? Kristian studied the delicate lines of her eyes and brows. "Do you actually think I'm too clumsy?" "I'm even clumsier than you," Freya offered with a half-hearted chuckle, attempting to shift the mood. "At least you know how to cook. I can't even manage that." Kristian didn't respond. So, in her mind, he was still a clumsy fool? Did she think that Ellis, who was a good cook, was somehow smarter? "I'm going to learn,” Kristian declared, his voice firm. "Starting today, I'll learn to cook properly. Once I can make tons of amazing dishes, will you marry me?" "No." Freya's answer cwithout hesitation.
Stay updated with galnovKristian frowned. "Why not?” "No reason." "Freya." "Yes?" "Is it because of everything that happened before? Is that why you think I'm not reliable?" He kept up the act, delivering his lines with practiced sincerity. "Is that the real reason you turneddown so quickly?" Freya faltered. She didn't know how to respond anymore.
Kristian interpreted her silence as confirmation. He left the study and returned with a baseball bat. "If it'll help, you can hit me." Freya blinked, confused. "What?" "If it makes you feel better," Kristian said solemnly, "you can hithowever you want. I won't even make a sound." "I turned you down because I don't have those romantic feelings for you right now," Freya said, choosing her words carefully. He wasn't a child anymore, so she spoke with honesty.
"Only when both people love each other can they be together. You get that right?
Kristian lowered his head. "Got it."
Freya wasn't used to seeing him like this-so downcast, so quiet. "Don't overthink it." "Okay." He left the room.
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