She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 911:

“You got flowers.”

Freya frowned. Where?

Ellis leaned back, his tone easy but teasing. “Didn’t you once say I was as pretty as a flower? Were you pulling my leg?”

Freya clamped her mouth shut. Rookie mistake.

Knowing this was a losing battle, she pivoted fast. “Scoot. I need water.”

Ellis let go and straightened, handing her the cup he’d set aside.

Freya didn’t take it, her eyes glued to the chair’s armrest.

“Didn’t you say you wanted water?” Ellis arched a brow.

“Ever thought about a checkup?” Freya said, all business, staring at the water stains on the armrest. “I read online that sweaty palms might mean health issues.”

“Test if I’m strong or not?” Ellis chuckled. First, she ribbed him about his age. Now she was poking at his health. Freya grabbed the cup and sipped, dodging his question.

Still, she couldn’t help wondering why he was so sweaty.

Ellis caught her curious glance and read her like a book. “Nervous sweat. Don’t go doubting your boyfriend’s health like that.”

“You get nervous?” Freya sidestepped the second half of his comment.

Ellis flipped open the folder he’d brought, his mood bright. “You ever see someone confess without a case of the jitters?”

“You’re the first.”

𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Ellis was at a loss for words.

Freya set the cup on the desk and got serious. “Greta and Riley are both better choices than I. Prettier, too. Why not them?”

If she were a guy, she figured she’d probably be into Greta or Riley. One was all spark and charm, the other wild and fearless. They were her kind of vibe.

“You’d have to ask my heart,” Ellis said, tapping his chest. “It’s only got eyes for you.”

Freya was tongue-tied.

“Any plans to tie the knot soon?” Ellis tossed out, catching her completely off guard.

Freya blinked, stunned.

“My place needs a woman’s touch,” Ellis said, his tone unexpectedly serious. “I want you to be that woman.”

“Weren’t we here to talk about Kristian?” Freya dodged, swiftly redirecting the conversation. “Let’s stick to that.”

Ellis slid the open folder across to her, not pressing further. “Have a look.”

Freya picked it up.

One sheet was Kristian’s medical record, pulled from Lawrence. The other was a report from a different source.

Freya studied the sheets with unwavering focus, combing through every word with meticulous attention.

Ellis sat quietly beside her, his gaze fixed on her, observing every subtle movement. Her thick lashes fluttered slightly, soft and delicate, like the wings of a butterfly.

“Freya,” Ellis called her name gently.

Freya turned toward him. “Yes?”

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