Chapter 43 Freya's Rejection

　　Kingsley's POV 　　The people around me who attended the funeral offered to step aside. 　　I tightened my lips and walked over to Freya with a solemn expression. 　　In just a few days, Freya had lost a considerable amount of weight, and at this moment, her face appeared pale. 　　The moment I saw her, my heart ached. 　　I stepped forward and gently placed my hand on Freya's shoulder, casting a cold glance in Theo's direction as my inner wolf let out an angry growl. "What were you about to say?" 　　Theo immediately shifted into a falsely ingratiating smile and inclined his back, "Nothing. I meant to say that I'm certain that you'll take good care of Freya." 　　I gave him a cold glance and remained silent. 　　I turned to Freya and whispered apologetically, "I'm sorry I'm late." 　　Freya replied in a hushed tone, "It's alright. You've always been late after all." 　　As we exchanged looks, Freya's gaze seemed distant, as though I were a stranger to her. 　　She distanced herself from me, causin