She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 963:

The cold caught Claire off guard. She’d expected him to act like a gentleman, but here he was, asking her to wait outside in the chill.

Ellis kept quiet and steered the car into the underground garage.

The apartment complex’s security was airtight—only registered residents and vehicles made it past the gates, which meant Claire couldn’t follow them inside.

Freya picked up on the subtle friction in the air. “Are you not on good terms?” she queried.

“Sort of,” Ellis answered without a flicker of emotion. “But our parents are friends. I can’t just blow her off. I’ll go talk to her for a bit.” Ellis didn’t personally care, but he couldn’t disregard his family’s wishes.

Turning to Freya, he questioned her. “Want to come with me?” He knew Freya sometimes felt uneasy, and he refused to give her any reason to doubt him.

He believed in loving her without secrets or half-truths.

Freya hesitated, then shook her head. “It’s fine. You should go alone. She probably has something private to say, and I don’t want her to feel awkward.”

“Freya, you know you’re my

know,” she said, offering him a

and stated firmly, “There’s nothing in my life you’re not allowed to know—unless it’s confidential

to answer, but she found herself at a loss for

leaving no room

of the

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and she’d never been the type to cling or meddle. Even

intertwined his fingers with hers, his grip warm

her phone, when Ellis finally appeared—Freya

Claire everything. In her eyes, Freya’s presence could only mean she’d shown

her voice bright as she

enthusiasm with a frosty distance. His tone dropped all traces of old familiarity.

“But I’ve always liked

get used to it,”

Ellis, surprised by his