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    After all, Ellis was her captain, and thest person who tried lying to him—Cade ke—had ended up with extra drills.


    “I’ll go change,” Freya muttered.


    “Alright.”


    She returned shortly after, dressed far more casually.


    She’d picked the outfit strategically—if Ellis did make her do jumping jacks or any other punishment, this would be easier to move in. Ellis’s eyes paused on her, seemingly surprised by the shift in her look. But he said nothing. As long as she wasfortable, that was enough. Before heading out, Freya gave Ethel a few parting instructions.


    Seated in the passenger seat of Ellis’s car, Freya, for the first time, felt the space was far too small. The silence was so thick she could hear them breathing.


    One second.


    Two seconds.


    Three seconds.


    Time ticked on, and the engine remained still.


    Freya nced at him, her expression steady, and asked casually, “Captain, why haven’t we moved yet?”


    “I’m thinking.”


    “About what?”


    “About why some people keep dodging me.”


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    Freya went quiet. Outwardly, she stayed calm, but her thoughts were racing. Why had she asked that? Ellis always set traps like this.


    “If you need more time to think, maybe we should switch seats,” she suggested, trying to shift the mood. “I’ll drive, and you can focus. Frederick and Trent won’t be kept waiting.”


    Ellis gave her a look—elegant, amused—then allowed a slight curve to touch his lips before finally starting the engine.


    The entire ride, Freya stayed on edge. She swore it was the most nerve-wracking drive of her life.


    Thankfully, once Ellis started the car, he kept his thoughts to himself and didn’t set any more traps.


    When they arrived, Trent and Frederick were already there. The venue was a leisureplex, offering everything from entertainment and rxation to sports—tennis courts, golf courses, and more.


    Freya, along with Ellis, followed the staff’s guidance to the tennis court where the others waited.


    Unexpectedly, they crossed paths with Kristian.


    Near the court, Trent and Frederick had been about to greet Ellis when they saw Freya run into him.


    Their eyes met.


    One pair calm and unreadable, the other filled with conflicted emotion. Ellis stood close beside her, and noticing the unspoken tension between them, broke the silence with a smooth, measured tone. “You two know each other?”


    “My ex-husband,” Freya said with the steadyposure she’d finally mastered.


    Kristian had never felt such a powerful sense of threat.


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