She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 770:

“I always knew he was handsome, but in that outfit? He’s unreal!”

“My goodness!”

“I need to know who that girl is. What department is she from?”

“Why does she look so much like our boss?”

“She’s stunning!”

As the crowd pressed forward, Ellis set down Freya’s glass, slipped his hand into hers, and led her out, shielding her from the attention.

Others tried to follow, but they were quickly stopped.

Freya’s heart was in chaos.noveldrama

Yes, she was drawn to physical beauty—but appearance alone had never been enough to sway her.

Even with Kristian, it had been their emotional connection over time, not just his looks, that made her fall. But now, she didn’t know what was happening.

The warmth of Ellis’s hand around hers sent a jolt through her chest. Her heartbeat stumbled.

And yet, she didn’t pull away. She didn’t speak. She simply followed him out of the ballroom and away from the lights of the eighth floor.

Five minutes passed.

They stood in the hotel’s back garden, surrounded by silence and the dim glow of streetlights.

Ellis had led her there. They stood together in the darkness, surrounded by the faint, golden halo of the nearby streetlights. Her thoughts were finally beginning to settle. Looking up at the man still holding her hand, she spoke, her voice unsure. “Ellis…”

“Sorry,” Ellis slowly released her hand, his voice soft, tinged with amusement. “I was being rude.”

“It’s fine,” Freya replied, composed but still uneasy.

𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 gⲁ𝗅⁚𝗇𝗈⁚ν𝖊⁚𝗅𝘀⁚ⅽ⁚𝗈⁚𝗆

Her mind drifted back to the ballroom, to the way he had called her Mina. And then, a thought surfaced without warning. Could he really have a soft spot for her?

Before she could unpack it, Ellis spoke again, his tone light and unaffected. “Shall we head back? There’s not much else going on here anyway.”

“Alright,” Freya murmured, her nod a soft gesture of agreement.

Ellis led her through the dim evening light to the parking lot, coaxing her gently into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel to drive them back.

As the city lights blurred past, he stole glances at her, trying to read her quiet composure through the fleeting reflections in the window. She sat there, serene as ever, embodying the stillness of a calm sea. Yet, he felt a twinge of doubt creeping in.

He had painstakingly crafted his image tonight, hoping to strike a chord with her, well aware of her appreciation for aesthetic appeal. However, his usual stern demeanor during training might have painted him more as a stern taskmaster than the charming figure he intended to be tonight.

This effort was no small feat; it was a deliberate attempt to cast himself in a new light, to distance himself from the rigid captain she remembered.

But now, watching her seemingly indifferent expression, he wondered if his efforts had been in vain.

Ellis, usually so adept at gauging Freya’s moods, found himself grappling with his misjudgment.

On the surface, Freya appeared untroubled, a portrait of tranquility. Internally, however, she was far from calm. His presence, his voice, and particularly the unexpected use of her nickname earlier, had unleashed a torrent of memories that roiled beneath her composed exterior.

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