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    Freya turned to nce at him, a flicker of curiosity dancing in her gaze. “So what do you want?”


    “You.” The word slipped out before Ellis could stop it, his star-lit eyes locking with hers, full of a quiet, almost imperceptible tenderness.


    Freya froze. Her heart skipped a beat, jolted by that single, unexpected word. She stared at the man before her—handsome, with chiseled features and a kind of natural dignity—and for a second, her mind went utterly nk.


    Maybe it was the noise from downstairs, or maybe it was the soft lighting up here, but Ellis didn’t seem quite so far away anymore. He almost felt… within reach.


    “You…”


    Ellis added, “Guess.”


    “Huh?” Freya blinked, caught off guard.


    “You guess,” Ellis repeated lightly.


    Though he’d just said what was truly on his heart, seeing her this flustered, he masked it with a yful twist. Freya had always been good at everything—except when it came to matters of love, where she waspletely clueless.


    For a few seconds, Freya stood there, dazed. Why did she feel he had just confessed to her?


    “I don’t know,” she admitted finally, shaking herself back to reality.


    “Just say it. If it’s something I can do, I’ll give it to you.”


    “Really?” Ellis arched a brow, that mischievous glint shing in his eyes.


    Freya blinked, an odd feeling creeping in. Why did it feel like Ellis was nning something? She didn’t overthink it and said, “Really.”


    “Alright,” Ellis agreed, half-joking, half-serious. “Then when we get back tonight, let’s write it down. No backing out.”


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    Freya waspletely thrown. Put it in writing? Why so serious? “Captain…” She paused, a sudden thought crossing her mind. Could she really give him what he wanted?


    Ellis leaned casually against the railing, turning his head to nce at her. “Hmm?”


    “You’re not about to ask for something from the National Museum or something wild like that, are you?” Freya asked cautiously, testing the waters.


    “No,” Ellis replied with a soft, heart-melting smile. “What I want is something I see almost every day, but it’s not so easy to call mine.”


    “I see it every day too?”


    “Pretty much.”


    “Would it take a lot of effort or time for me to get it?” Freya was racking her brain—she genuinely wanted to give the captain something meaningful.


    “Not really,” Ellis answered easily, his dark eyes twinkling with quiet amusement. “You could hand it over anytime, but giving it to me willingly—that’s the tricky part.”


    Freya found his words impossibly vague. She could give it to him anytime, yet offering it willingly was the challenge. And it was something she saw almost every day.


    Freyabed through her thoughts, rifling through every detail of her daily routine, but nearly all of it struck her as petty, inconsequential. In the end, only one possibility seemed to pull all the loose threads together—the Anita International Group.


    The idea skimmed across her mind like a fleeting shadow. Her gaze instinctively darted toward Ellis, a tight, coiled tension forming in her chest.


    Anita International wasn’t just some faceless corporation—it was her legacy, her sweat, and soul. And Melvin’s too. Surrendering it felt almost sphemous after everything they’d poured into it.


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