She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 971:

Liam was not getting any younger. It was time for him to settle down.

Out on the open sea, Liam was catching waves under the blazing sun. Suddenly, a chill ran down his neck. He paused, rubbed at the sensation, then shrugged it off and dove back into the surf.

Once Kristian left, Freya double-checked the guest room to see if Gerard had left anything behind.

After confirming the space was clear, she quietly retreated to her own room.

The moment Freya stepped inside, Ellis swept her into his arms before she could even catch her breath.

She blinked, a little dazed, wondering if he’d somehow overheard her exchange with Kristian. “Did what I said to Kristian bother you?” she asked quietly, searching his face for any hint of annoyance.

Ellis only tightened his hold, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Not at all,” he said, clearly savoring the feel of her pressed close. “But I think you got something wrong earlier.”

She frowned, sifting through the conversation in her mind, but nothing seemed out of place. “What did I get wrong?”

dipped his head, his voice low and

been her first in every sense—she’d never even looked at

teased, watching the flutter of her lashes with a kind of quiet delight, as if the smallest gestures from her could undo him. Still nestled in his arms, Freya obliged, searching it

glanced over her shoulder at

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quickly, you never even had a

Freya’s confusion only deepened.

over and pinched her

She squinted, still dazed.

brushing a light kiss across her lips—quick and mischievous, gone

chance to flirt,

on him, questions tumbling through her mind. Why did he keep stealing kisses like

chuckle, running his fingers through her hair with easy

Freya wondered if this version of Ellis—so tender, so patient—could possibly be real, even though he showed

“Ellis,” she called out.