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    “You look beautiful,” Ellis said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.


    Freya paused for a moment, caught off guard, before quickly regaining herposure. “Oh. Thanks.”


    Ellis raised an eyebrow in amusement. Was that all?


    “How urate is this report?” Freya asked, having reached the final page. Some of the content seemed too surreal to believe.


    “Very urate,” Ellis replied, his voice turning serious as he dropped the teasing tone. “Top specialists worked on it. Even if there are ws, they’re likely negligible.”


    Freya’s brows furrowed slightly in concern.


    Just then, Lawrence’s call came in. Freya gave Ellis a quick nce before swiping across the screen to answer.


    “I’m at my medical facility,” Lawrence said, getting straight to the point. “Bring Kristian over.”


    “He’s injured. He’s sleeping now.”


    “He’s injured?”


    “Yes.”


    “Can youe instead?” Lawrence asked, his tone hinting at something more. “I need to talk to you about Kristian’s condition.”


    Freya didn’t hesitate. “Alright.”


    Once the call ended, she ryed everything to Ellis.


    Ellis didn’t argue. “Go ahead. I’ll stay here and look after Kristian.”


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    “Thank you,” Freya said, grateful for his support.


    Freya hadplete trust in Ellis.


    After quickly briefing him on Kristian’s condition, she grabbed her keys and made for the door. Worried that Kristian might wake up and be agitated, she left him a message before leaving.


    Ellis noticed her typing and reached out, gently catching her arm.


    Freya turned to him, puzzled. “What is it?”


    “A goodbye hug,” Ellis murmured, his voice deep and smooth.


    Freya stood there, momentarily stunned.


    He pulled her into his arms, and with his voice low and warm near her ear, he added, “Don’t be too long. Your boyfriend’s waiting, you know.” A faint flush crept up her cheeks. Since when had he be such a sweet talker?


    “Drive safe,” Ellis said, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead before letting her go.


    Freya’s heart was a mess of tangled emotions. She nodded and hurried out the door.


    Kristian wasn’t asleep.


    He’d been lying on the bed ever since returning to his room, his thoughts constantly circling around Freya.


    When his phone chimed with a notification, he initially ignored it. It wasn’t until he heard the front door close that he picked it up. Freya had sent a message: “Heading out to take care of something. Stay in and rest. If anything happens, talk to Ellis.”


    Kristian sat up abruptly, the movement tugging at the wound in his chest. He inhaled sharply, clenching his teeth.


    He wanted to ask if she really feltfortable leaving him alone with Ellis. But after typing the message, he deleted every word.


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