NovelBookChapter 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.
"Ceat 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristian remained motionless, fixated on obtaining the answer he sought. "You've evaded my original question about why you broughtback. 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.
With that, Freya turned and left for the living room, refusing to waste any more tor energy on his questions.
Kristian's penetrating gaze lingered on her retreating figure. A subtle, almost imperceptible emotion flickered across his face before he rose deliberately from the bed, adjusted his disheveled clothing with careful attention, slipped on his polished shoes, and followed her with quiet determination.
During breakfast, Kristian sat in silence, his eyes downcast, entirely focused on his plate. Freya mirrored his quiet detachment.
At exactly nine o'clock, both had nearly finished their meal. Kristian folded his hands neatly on the table, his quiet composure reflecting the steadiness he always carried. His gaze settled on Freya, and in a low, even voice, he asked, "Can we talk now?" Freya gave a brief reply. "Talk about what?" "Why did you bringback here?” The question cout sharp and direct, cutting through the silence like a blade.
"Didn't you cback withwillingly?" She lifted her gaze slightly, her voice calm and indifferent. "You chose a hotel under the Briggs Group's nso I could use the master key card to get into your room, didn't you?” Had it been any other hotel, and Kristian the one staying there, she wouldn't have been able to get her hands on the card so easily. Did he really think she hadn't caught on to his little ploy? "No," Kristian 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 Group." "Then I misunderstood." Freya stood up from her seat. "I'll have someone drive you back." Kristian stared at her, caught off guard, words failing him.
He wasn't the type to turn down an easy exit once it was offered. Even if part of him wanted to resist, he wouldn't make a fuss after Freya had gone to such lengths to bring him here.
"You think I'll just leave because you tellto?" His tone remained steady.
He looked at her and softly called, "Freya." She lifted her eyes to meet his. "Yes?"
knew "Did you bringback because you're ready to accept me?" He the answer hadn't changed, but he asked anyway. He couldn't help it.
"No," Freya replied again. This time, she added, almost warily, "I made a promise to to take care of you like a younger brother of mine, and I intend to keep it."
Rage flared inside Kristian. He didn't want to be her brother he wanted to be her boyfriend.
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