After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

Love Me, Or Reject Me

　　I chased after her and found Freya sullenly waiting at a red light at an intersection. 


　　I approached her, removed my jacket, and draped it over her shoulders. 


　　I pursed my lips and said, "Your shirt is dirty."


　　"None of your business!" Freya snapped, whipping her head around with red eyes. "Where were you when I needed you? Who are you sympathizing with now?"


　　Looking into her reddened eyes, I remained silent and reached out to gently wipe away the coffee stain that had just splashed onto her cheek and hadn't been cleaned. 


　　Freya waved my hand away, saying, "Leave me alone; I'm not your mate anymore!"


　　My fingers trembled, and my throat tightened. I opened my mouth after a long pause and whispered, "I'm sorry."


Chapter 49 A Letter