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?”

biting back the urge to admit she’d missed

passed out in a locked room, I’d

all it took was a fingerprint—no frantic

how nothing ever seemed to rattle Freya; she always looked tough. Still, ever since

murmured, “I understand,” and

but insistent. “When the

her obedience a rare softness in her

the time the sun hit its peak,

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

the table, laughter and clinking cutlery filling the

Ellis continued to care for Freya with unwavering patience. When her due date finally arrived, he refused to

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