She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 941:

Ellis rested his warm, broad hand gently atop her head, giving her hair a soft ruffle before grabbing the honey jar. Once the drink was ready, he brought it to Alan.

Alan was perched on the bed, his face twisted with a muddle of emotions, as though something was gnawing at him. “I saw it,” he muttered.

“Mm-hmm,” Ellis replied flatly, unfazed.

He’d already heard Alan’s footsteps earlier and knew the man had witnessed what happened.

“You kissed Freya,” Alan said, eyes narrowed with accusation.

“Someday, you’ll find someone you want to kiss too,” Ellis answered without missing a beat.

“Kiss my ass!” Alan snapped back.

Ellis fell silent.

He handed over the cup and let Alan drink.

figured the man was properly drunk—spouting off such

want Freya to worry, so he took

told him to get some rest and walked out with the empty cup

was unusually well-behaved. After drinking the honey water, he drifted off

stable, decided it was time to

all, it was late, and staying any longer

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temperature earlier. Deep down, she admitted

smooth and low, stopped

about to

contentment blooming in

“What is it?”

ends, figure out what you’re going to

Freya blinked in confusion.

can’t keep calling me

to it,”

she got used to calling someone something, changing it didn’t come