NovelBookChapter 894: Freya blinked, caught off guard. Should she really turn Ellis down? "Con, let's keep shopping," Greta said, polishing off her dessert and tugging Freya along by the arm. Freya's mind was spinning with thoughts.
Before today, she hadn't seriously thought any of this through. But after hearing what Greta and Frederick had said—and everything swirling in the group chat-that odd little feeling inside her chest began to stir. She didn't know what to call it.
Greta and Frederick noticed her distracted mood and exchanged subtle looks of relief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSure, Ellis was calculated, but to them, he was solid. Whether he ended up as Freya's friend or something more, he was someone they could count on.
Once they'd wrapped up their chat, Greta didn't drag Freya around much longer.
By four in the afternoon, she parted ways with Freya and left with Frederick.
Freya headed home, her emotions in knots.
When she stepped inside, Kristian just happened to walk out of his room.
He was wearing a sleek mid-length coat, effortlessly refined, looking like he was about to head out somewhere important.
Freya was struck by how put-together he looked. "Going out?" "Yeah," Kristian replied coolly.
"Cback early." See all ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ ☐☐☐☐ ☐☐ glnov. m "Freya." "Can you be my girlfriend?" Kristian's eyes locked onto hers, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. Freya froze, blindsided by the question. "Why are you asking again? Didn't we already talk about this?" "I want to know if you've changed your mind." Kristian's hands shifted slightly at his sides, all his attention focused on her. "If you're with me, I'll listen to you, take care of you, and give you a life filled with happiness." "I'm sorry, but my answer is still no," Freya said quietly, turning him down again.
Kristian's gaze dimmed, emotions flickering behind his eyes. He didn't press the words burning on his tongue. Instead, he left her with a single line, saying, "I won't be back tonight. Tomorrow, check your phone. The gstarts at eight in the morning." "Where are you going?" Freya asked.
"I'll be waiting at the finish line," Kristian said, his eyes locked onto hers, reflecting her image back at her.
Seeing that he wasn't acting out of anger, Freya gave a soft nod.
"Alright." "Don't tell anyone." "Okay."
After securing her promise, Kristian walked off decisively, his retreating figure distant and cool to the touch.
Right then, Freya's anxiety reached its peak. She didn't know why it hit hat exactly wasm her so hard, or what making her feel that way. By then, Kristian had already gotten into Gerard's car. He sat in the back seat, his expression colder than usual, unreadable. Gerard could feel the tension thick in the air.
The atmosphere was so heavy, he didn't even dare open his mouth.
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