She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 801:

And yet, despite that, Kristian had managed to keep his charade perfectly intact.noveldrama

“Freya.” Kristian’s voice suddenly echoed from outside the door.

Freya pulled the door open and asked evenly, “What is it?”

“There’s something I’d like to ask you.” Kristian, in truth, just wanted to buy Lawrence some space—to let him sort things out on his own. “I’m not sure if you’re up for hearing it.”

“Go on.”

“Do you have feelings for the man from next door?”

“Huh?”

Why was he asking this? Freya stared at him, catching the sincerity etched across his face, but all she could think was how this felt like part of his performance.

“Haven’t I already answered that before?” she said.

“I just want to be sure. If he told you how he felt, would you be with him?” To Kristian, this question mattered more than anything.

“No.” Freya was aware Ellis was good-looking, but charm alone wasn’t enough to win her over. “I’m not interested in anything like that right now.”

Whether it was the mess left behind by her last marriage or just how she was wired, she didn’t care much for romance or the idea of getting hitched. She preferred to let things unfold as they would.

“Then will you marry me?” Kristian asked again.

Freya blinked in surprise. She gave his forehead a firm poke and said with clear disapproval, “Aren’t we supposed to be like siblings?”

“I want to marry you,” Kristian said boldly. “I want to take care of you and treat you right.”

“Forget it. That’s not happening.” Freya shut the idea down without hesitation. “I’m not looking for marriage or even a relationship. I just want to live my life in peace.”

A sharp pang twisted in Kristian’s chest. Was the rejection really that final? “Is it because I hurt you before?” he asked, putting on the act once again.

“It’s got nothing to do with that. This is about me.” She didn’t want him fixating on her—it would only cause trouble for both of them. “We’re like siblings. That’s all. Got it?”

Maybe her words stung. But leaving things vague would only feed Kristian’s obsession and mess with his already shaky mind.

She had seen it all—his staged emotions, the feigned innocence, the possessive undertones. Every last bit of it. And she couldn’t let this continue. The only way to break through the fog clouding his mind was to cut the cord completely—only then could he let go.

“I see.” Kristian lowered his head, but somewhere deep inside, something had shifted.

He turned and walked away. His figure looked heavy, as though something deep within him had shattered.

Freya watched him disappear into his room before quietly shutting the door and calling Lawrence. But no one answered.

She didn’t bother calling again. She just sent a message.

The next morning, Lawrence called her back.

He got straight to the point, saying, “I’m not in Alerith anymore. I’m overseas.”

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