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    “That’s great!” Ethel blurted out excitedly. Her grin stretched from ear to ear.


    Freya turned to stare at her. Why was Ethel grinning like she’d just won the lottery?


    n chuckled, clearly pleased. “How about a drink to celebrate?”


    Freya and Ethel said in unison, “n.”


    “What?” he asked, still beaming.


    In his mind, this was how things were meant to be. He’d always thought Ellis was the right one for Freya.


    Now that they were a couple, n felt like everything had finally fallen into ce.


    “Did you already forget how you acted thest time you drank?” Freya asked with a polite smile. “Want me to y the video for everyone?”


    n froze, the color draining from his face.


    Oh no. Not that video.


    Ethel leaned slightly toward Ellis and said matter-of-factly, “n’s the kind of person who turns every drinking session into a disaster. Anyone sitting near him pays the price.”


    “You seriously said that out loud?”


    “Is it not the truth?”


    “Don’t you want to see how Ellis handles his liquor?” n leaned in and lowered his voice, his tone suddenly conspiratorial. “Drunk behavior shows the real person. It’s a perfect way for Freya to see what he’s made of.”


    Ethel shot him a sideways look, clearly unimpressed.


    If alcohol really exposed someone’s true nature, n would’ve been exposed a dozen times over.


    “Up for a drink, Ellis?” n asked, a yful glint in his eyes. Before answering, Ellis looked briefly toward Freya. Her presence mattered. But he finally agreed, “Alright.”


    There was no mistaking it—Freya and n shared a strong bond. If his hunch was correct, this wasn’t just a friendly drink—it was a quiet test. In that case, he’d go along with it.


    Freya said slowly, her brows drawing together, “n turns into a menace once he’s had a few.”


    “I’ll be fine,” Ellis replied with a calm smile. “I can handle him.”


    Freya didn’t know how to respond. She decided she’d let them do what they wanted. If things spiraledter, she’d make sure n regretted it.


    Feeling triumphant, n pulled out his phone and called a bodyguard to buy some decent liquor. This was his first real meeting with Freya’s boyfriend—only the best would do.


    “Alright, why are you really here?” Freya seized the calm before the storm.


    Knowing n, she understood he wouldn’t show up out of nowhere unless there was something going on.


    Ethel nced at n, and he nced right back.


    “It’s about you. Go on, tell her.” Ethel nudged him.


    “It’s nothing pressing.” n leaned back casually, brushing it off. “Let me have a drink with Ellis first, then we’ll get into it.”


    Freya was caught off guard, her surprise evident.


    Suspicion crept into her expression as she turned to Ethel, clearly expecting answers.


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