My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Freya turned around to leave, but Matthew grabbed her wrist.

She turned around and saw that Matthew’s expression was unusually serious.

“I know you don’t believe me. It’s normal for you not to believe me given my reputation.”

Matthew reached into his pocket and took out a velvet box.

It was a very old-fashioned jewelry box.

Matthew opened it solemnly.

A diamond ring lay in the velvet box.

“This was left to me by my grandmother. It’s her only heirloom.”

His gaze was firm, and his usually carefree face showed nervousness and anticipation.

“Freya, after spending so much time together, I have truly fallen in love with you. I hope you can give me a chance to prove my love for you.”

After saying this, Matthew smiled. “Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t caused any scandals since we’ve been together?”

A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers in the garden. Freya quietly clenched her hand; she could see Matthew’s caution.

Although he had a smile on his face, his gaze was determined.

Freya pursed her lips and spoke seriously.

“Matthew, to me, you are my brother’s best friend and also my friend. I don’t want to be someone who drags things out, nor do I want to give you false hope. I don’t have romantic feelings for you.”

Matthew’s hand holding the box turned slightly pale, but his expression remained unchanged. “Frey, feelings can be cultivated slowly. If you think I’m not a bad person-”

Freya frowned and interrupted Matthew. “We’ve known each other for so long. If there were real feelings, they would have already developed.”

The path was quiet, and Matthew lowered his gaze.

A few seconds later, he smiled bitterly. “So, do you have romantic feelings for Radley?”

Freya trembled slightly; a hint of panic flashed across her face.

got his answer.

to Hartterre, Freya didn’t care

was Radley who quietly stole

Matthew’s voice was incredibly

in the nightclub, she was

and boldness that immediately caught his attention.

he found out

for many years, following his own rule of not touching his good friends’

cute little wild cat. However, he didn’t know when this little wild cat had crawled into

heart itch, and he yearned to be with her.

love happens silently.

the box and tried to

Freya tried

at her. “If you don’t want to accept

voice was low, with a hint of stubbornness.

sighed. “No friend would give

withdrew her

it’s better for us to clarify everything

pursed her lips. Previously, Matthew had always been playful, so she never took his confessions.

could sense Freya’s thoughts, and it seemed that a rift had suddenly formed between them after his

of alienation from Freya

are indeed straightforward.” Matthew’s voice sounded

and had seen many of his brothers fall

skilled at neither accepting nor rejecting,

used to look down on these women, but he suddenly had an absurd idea. He would rather Freya neither reject nor

to stay by her side

she was a bit

that Freya had good intentions, but she had cut off his feelings

feel a suffocating pain.

looked at Matthew, who was inexplicably standing there

Braxton’s engagement banquet. You’ve been to the Kaufmann Residence many times, so you should be able to find your way back.”

suddenly

to leave and looked up at him.

down her arms before she could resist.

of love or not, maybe you should