NovelOnlineChapter 1003: "I was wrong." "And?" "I'm sorry." "Sorry doesn't quite cut it,” Ellis said, clearly enjoying himself. "You want to make it up to me? Go unpack my suitcase." "What?" "Go on." Freya cast a quick glance over her shoulder-twice-before dragging herself toward his room with visible reluctance.
She knew what he was doing-trying to ease the weight of her guilt-but somehow, the gentler he was, the more it gnawed at her.
Ellis watched her retreating figure, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn his eyes, she was simply adorable.
A little while later, Freya finished unpacking for him.
Just as she was placing the last item in its place and turning to tell him she was done, he pulled her into his arms without warning.
He had her gently pinned between himself and the vanity, his hands braced on either side, his deep, unreadable eyes fixed on her.
"All done," Freya said, trying to sound composed.
"Do you remember what I told you before?" "What?" "With me, you never need to say sorry. Just tellyou love me-it says so much more." His voice was calm, steady, like someone used to navigating delicate feelings. "Understand?" "But I made a mistake," Freya replied, almost stubbornly. In her mind, mistakes demanded apologies.
"It's my fault for not explaining things to you sooner," Ellis said, always quick to claim fault. "I noticed you usually wear black, white, and gray, so I added sbrighter options, just in case." He had made sure there were all kinds of styles for her, though her favorites were stocked in abundance. Freya pressed her lips together, visibly moved by the care he'd taken. "Why are you so good to me?" "I want you to know," Ellis said, his voice soft but sincere, "that in my eyes, you are a treasure-one beyond compare. If it makes you happy, I'll give you everything." She didn't speak.
"Stop overthinking," he said, giving her cheek a light pinch Histone was warm, comforting. She nodded.
He let her go and handed her a small set of keys.
"What's this?"
"The key to the door connecting our rooms," he explained, motioning to a Spooner, we need to go spot on the walle "if you ever want to cover, no need to go through the hall. Just use this." As he spoke, he led her to the discreet door.
Freya paused, surprised at how seamlessly it blended into the wall. N
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