She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 1230:

“Got it,” Ellis said, turning to go, unfazed.

To him, her meals came first—everything else could wait. He didn’t mind her working, as long as she took breaks and didn’t overdo it. But Freya had a knack for losing herself in tasks, forgetting to stretch her legs.

“Hang on,” Freya called after him.

Ellis glanced back. “What’s up?”

“Didn’t I lock the door?” she asked, eyeing the lock, her voice hesitant. “How’d you just stroll in?”

Ellis’s tone was grave as he remarked, “I upgraded all the locks at home to smart ones a while ago. You honestly didn’t notice?”

urge to

locks, if you ever passed out in a locked room, I’d have to fumble for keys and

a

seemed to rattle Freya; she always looked tough. Still, ever since the pregnancy, he’d

“I understand,” and let the

“When the dishes are done, I’ll

a rare softness in her

the sun hit its peak, Hugh, Caldwell, and

dropped by regularly, eager to fuss over her. Yet after witnessing Ellis’s relentless vigilance, they quietly stepped back and let

clinking cutlery filling the room with

months, Ellis continued to care for Freya with unwavering patience. When her due date finally arrived, he refused to let her face it alone. Despite her protests, he insisted on staying

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