She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 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.

her retreating figure, a faint smile tugging at the corner

his eyes, she was

while later, Freya finished unpacking for

item in its place and turning to tell him she was done, he pulled her

her gently pinned between himself and the vanity, his hands braced

Freya said, trying to sound

you remember what I

“What?”

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never need to say sorry. Just tell me you love me—it says so much more.” His voice was calm, steady,

replied, almost stubbornly. In

you sooner,” Ellis said, always quick to claim fault. “I noticed you usually wear black, white, and gray, so I added some

made sure there were all kinds of styles for her, though her

together, visibly moved by the care he’d taken. “Why are you

want you to know,” Ellis said, his voice soft but sincere, “that in my eyes, you are a treasure—one beyond compare. If

She didn’t speak.