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

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

took was a fingerprint—no frantic

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

“I understand,”

gentle but insistent. “When the

nodded, her obedience a

the sun hit its peak, Hugh, Caldwell, and Kendra

fuss over her. Yet after witnessing Ellis’s relentless vigilance, they quietly stepped back and

crowded around the table, laughter and clinking cutlery filling the room with a cheerful,

detail, anticipating what she could eat and what would make her feel ill. His careful devotion quietly set a new standard, making everyone else feel a little lacking by comparison. For the next few 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 by her side in the delivery room,

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