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    The signs were all there—they’d clearly spent a good chunk of the day together. Was she really barging in on their date?


    “Go ahead and eat,” Freya said with a rxed tone, already having caught most of their conversation from the hallway. “Talkter.”


    Ethel gave a quiet nod and went along.


    n, meanwhile, passed Freya the food container he’d carried in. “Uncle Hugh thought you might not have eaten,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “So he asked us to bring you something.”


    The portions Ellis had prepared had initially been small, but now, with the extra meal—it was enough for all four of them.


    Throughout dinner, n couldn’t help but keep stealing nces at Ellis, seated directly across from him. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him. “I think I heard She say your name earlier. You’re Ellis, right?”


    “That’s right. Ellis Lambert,” came the calm reply. Ellis wasn’t surprised—he already knew exactly who n was. While conducting background checks on potential team members, he had taken the time to go through their family histories.


    Naturally, n’s name hade up during Ellis’s earlier background checks.


    “I’m n Briggs, Freya’s cousin,” n said with a friendly smile, immediately drawn to Ellis’s calm, grounded presence. “We should hang out sometime.”


    Ellis lifted an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.


    Freya kept her distance from people, rarely opened up, and didn’t care much for small talk. n, however, seemed like herplete opposite—easygoing and eager to connect. The contrast between them couldn’t have been more obvious.


    Ethel looked like she was ready to blow a fuse. She stabbed a piece of meat with her fork and dropped it on n’s te. “Eat some meat, n.”


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    “I’m good—” he began, but the re she shot him froze the words in his throat.


    He caught the message loud and clear. If he didn’t eat that meat, he’d hear about itter.


    “Ellis has a full te. Don’t bother him about lunch,” Freya cut in, stepping in before Ellis could respond. She wasn’t trying to be rude—she just didn’t want a repeat of n getting tipsy and making a scene.


    “You don’t speak for him,” n fired back without hesitation. “You’re not him. How do you know he wouldn’t want to hang out with me?”


    The moment the words left his mouth, n felt it—two sharp stares zeroing in on him. One from Ethel. The other from Freya.


    Usually, that was enough to make him retreat. When it came to those two, he knew when to shut up. But this time? He stood his ground. He needed to get on Ellis’s good side. Something in his gut told him this guy was solid—the kind of man one would want in their corner.


    He knew he had to help Freya keep him close.


    “I do what she says,” Ellis said casually, his voice smooth and low. There was a faint gleam in his eyes, something unreadable. “She’s the one in charge at home.”


    Freya’s fork paused mid-air. Both Ethel and n gawked at him, their eyes wide with shock.


    Ethel nearly choked on her food. She stared at Ellis, then at Freya, then back again, eyes wide with disbelief and a growing grin. “At home?” Were they really a thing now? She was itching to get the answer.


    “You two are dating?” n asked.


    “We started yesterday,” Ellis answered without hesitation. His gaze drifted to Freya, who had her head down, focusing far too hard on her te. “We’re an item now.”


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