She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 932:

“Put it on me,” Ellis said as he gently pulled her toward the couch. Freya took off the worn watch on his wrist and fastened the new one she’d bought for him.

She had to admit—it suited him perfectly.

Ellis watched her quietly as she handled the switch, then let his fingers linger on the old watch, his voice steady and casual. “Aren’t you curious about the story behind this one?”

Freya blinked in surprise. A story? Wasn’t it just a watch?

“Forget it,” Ellis said, catching the flicker of confusion in her eyes. He tucked the old watch away instead of tossing it.

Freya’s curiosity spiked. But now that she was sure he didn’t have an ex, she didn’t let her thoughts spiral. She figured it was probably a gift from his parents, or maybe the first big thing he’d ever bought for himself.

Later on, Freya brought her laptop over and settled in at Ellis’s place to finish some work.

They stayed together in the study, each immersed in their own responsibilities.

Freya tackled projects for Anita International Group, while Ellis familiarized himself with department files and internal documents for the Lambert Group.

Even though he wasn’t planning to take the reins of the family business anytime soon, he knew he had to be ready. If his father ever threw in the towel mid-tantrum, he would have to take over. Ignoring it wasn’t an option.

Time had a habit of slipping by unnoticed.

By the time the clock hit 5:30, Ellis had gone to start dinner and asked Freya to check if Kristian would be joining them.

Freya called, but Kristian didn’t pick up. She tried Gerard next. “Mr. Shaw won’t be home tonight,” Gerard informed her, though he sounded a little nervous—like he hoped she wouldn’t dig too deep.

Freya kept it simple. “Okay,” she said, then added, “What’s he busy with?”

“Well…”

“It’s classified. He told me not to tell you,” Gerard said, only half-lying.

“But don’t worry, he’s doing well.”

“If anything happens, let me know,” Freya said, not pressing further.

She trusted Kristian whenever he was with Gerard. Gerard was meticulous to a fault and dependable in every sense—someone she knew she could always trust.

Freya ended the call, then turned to Ellis. “Kristian’s not coming for dinner.”

Ellis nodded and adjusted the portions accordingly, making just enough for two.

As she watched him moving about the kitchen with practiced ease, Freya paused for a moment and said, “Ellis, why don’t we hire a cook? That way you can focus more on work and less on cooking.”

“No need,” Ellis replied easily. “I’ve got it covered.”

Sure, hiring a cook would be more efficient—but he wanted to show his care through meals, to win her over one dish at a time.

That was the only way he could feel truly at ease. Freya didn’t push the topic.

Back when she was practically living at the office, Melvin had always taken care of her meals. She’d never really thought about hiring a cook. At the time, her mother had still been around, and Freya used to go home nearly every weekend. By 6:30 p.m., dinner was ready.noveldrama

Just as Freya was about to eat, her phone buzzed. It was Ethel.

Freya answered and put it on speaker. “Hello, what’s up?”

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