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    “It was your own efforts,” Freya replied, calm as ever. “So thank yourself.”


    Vivien let out a quietugh. She picked up her bag, said her goodbyes, and after settling the bill, took her leave.


    Freya stood and walked out as well. The moment she stepped outside, she spotted Kristian waiting there. With his striking good looks, he stood out without even trying. “What are you doing here?”


    “Waiting for you.”


    “Let’s go eat first.” Freya didn’t say much more and led him toward lunch.


    After the meal, they returned home.


    Kristian disappeared into his room for the rest of the afternoon, and no one had a clue what he was up to.


    Not long after, Freya received a call from Greta, inviting her out. Before leaving, she let Kristian know, but he didn’t offer a response. When Freya arrived at the meeting spot Greta had mentioned, she found Frederick there too.


    At first, she thought it was just a casual hangout—some chatting, maybe a bit of shopping. But then Greta asked, “Can you guess who Ellis has feelings for?”


    Freya paused. How was she supposed to answer that?


    “I talked it over with Frederick and the others,” Greta said, her tone deliberately light, but her eyes sharp. “We think it’s you.”


    She wanted to gauge Freya’s feelings about Ellis in advance, believing that this would improve the chances of sess when Ellis finally confessed.


    Frederick chimed in, “Exactly!”


    “How did youe to that conclusion?” Freya asked, though part of her already knew Ellis’s feelings for her. It just felt too sudden.


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    “Last night, when Ellis called, he couldn’t get through because Kristian was on the line with you,” Greta exined, clearly trying to get Freya to face the truth. “The call went straight to voicemail. Doesn’t your phone show missed calls? Check your notifications.”


    Freya hesitated. There was a message.


    “There is, isn’t there?” Greta pressed, not letting up.


    “Yeah,” Freya admitted reluctantly.


    “So, what are you thinking?” Greta jumped on the moment. “You’ve known Ellis for years. If this confession doesn’t work, he’ll definitely find another time to try again. Are you nning to turn him down, or give it a shot?”


    Frederick shot Greta a look and joined in with a grin. “I’ll turn him down.”


    Freya blinked. “What?”


    “Ellis is so strict when he trains us,” Frederick said, half-teasing. “What if he treats you the same way in a rtionship? Better to shut it down now.”


    “I agree,” Greta added with a nod.


    Freya waspletely thrown.


    “Ellis is sharp and capable,” Greta continued, sounding almost too serious. “If you get together with him, he’ll definitely set little traps for you every day. You’ll be miserable.”


    “He’s not like that,” Freya said instinctively, her voice soft but firm. She used to think the same way. Buttely, she’d noticed something different—Ellis could be surprisingly considerate in the little things.


    “You’re not even with him yet. How can you be so sure?” Greta pushed, clearly determined. “Think about how exhausted we were during training. Weren’t you drained every single day?”


    “That was so we wouldn’t get hurt as badly on missions,” Freya exined.


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