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    As someone who had just weathered a devastating blow andnguished in misery, food should hold no appeal for him. He remainedmitted to his carefully orchestrated performance.


    While Lawrence immersed himself in his theatrical charade, tranquility enveloped Freya’s world.


    Upon arriving home, she discovered Ellis had already prepared a feast and awaited her presence at the dinner table.


    Though Freya had never been particr about cuisine, tonight’s spread dazzled with vivid hues, intoxicating fragrances, and sublime tastes.


    “Why did you prepare such abundance?” she inquired naturally, her gaze drifting toward Ellis, who continued bustling about the kitchen.


    “Tomemorate,” Ellis replied simply.


    “Commemorate what?”


    Had some significant asion slipped her mind? Freya searched her memory but couldn’t unearth anything noteworthy about this day.


    Ellis abandoned his task and approached her with measured steps, gradually diminishing the space between them.


    Freya blinked, bewilderment clouding her features. What mysterious purpose drove his actions?


    “Must I remind you what significance today holds?” Ellis questioned, his voice serene yet deliberate as he maneuvered her against the counter’s edge.


    Freya’s thoughts tumbled chaotically, yet rity eluded her grasp. A birthday celebration? But his had already transpired, while hers remained distant on the calendar. What momentous event had escaped her recollection?


    Ellis extended his hand, tenderly pinching her cheek, marveling at its silken texture that rivaled an infant’s delicate skin. “Today marks the first day of our new rtionship.”


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    Astonishment paralyzed Freya. Did such asions truly merit remembrance?


    “February second. Three thirty-nine in the afternoon.” Ellis articted, as though imparting crucial wisdom. “Preserve this date in your memory.”


    Freya emitted a gentle cough, concealing her embarrassment behind the sound.


    Truthfully, she had presumed he would dismiss such sentimental milestones.


    Ellis captured her gaze with unwavering intensity, his voice deepening with intention. “Have youmitted it to memory?”


    “I’ll keep it in mind,” Freya confirmed. Her remarkable recollection especially excelled with matters Ellis specifically emphasized.


    Contentment softened Ellis’s expression into a subtle smile. He refrained from further teasing. “Cleanse your hands before dinner, and inform Kristian to join us.”


    “Very well.” Freya acquiesced readily.


    From Ellis’s perspective, once Freya epted his affections, the concept of rivalry became obsolete.


    He merely regarded Kristian as a patient temporarily requiring Freya’s attention—certain trivialities naturally fell beneath his concern.


    However, as Freya pivoted, her eyes encountered Kristian’s imposing figure nearby—his knuckles nched with tension, a tempest brewing within his gaze.


    Even casual observation revealed his precarious emotional state. Freya addressed him with effortlessposure. “Wash your hands and join us for dinner.”


    Kristian remained immobile. His prating stare never wavered from her face.


    “What troubles you?” Freya inquired.


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