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    Ellis rested his warm, broad hand gently atop her head, giving her hair a soft ruffle before grabbing the honey jar. Once the drink was ready, he brought it to n.


    n was perched on the bed, his face twisted with a muddle of emotions, as though something was gnawing at him. “I saw it,” he muttered.


    “Mm-hmm,” Ellis replied tly, unfazed.


    He’d already heard n’s footsteps earlier and knew the man had witnessed what happened.


    “You kissed Freya,” n said, eyes narrowed with usation.


    “Someday, you’ll find someone you want to kiss too,” Ellis answered without missing a beat.


    “Kiss my ass!” n snapped back.


    Ellis fell silent.


    He handed over the cup and let n drink.


    He figured the man was properly drunk—spouting off such crude things.


    n didn’t want Freya to worry, so he took the cup and drank the honey water down.


    Afterward, Ellis told him to get some rest and walked out with the empty cup in his hand.


    That night, n was unusually well-behaved. After drinking the honey water, he drifted off without causing a scene.


    Freya, after checking that n was stable, decided it was time to go.


    After all, it waste, and staying any longer didn’t feel right.


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    She hadn’t missed the shift in Ellis’s body temperature earlier. Deep down, she admitted she was afraid.


    “You’re heading out already?” Ellis’s voice, smooth and low, stopped her in her tracks.


    Freya froze. Was he… about to kiss her again?


    Ellis pulled her gently into his arms, a quiet contentment blooming in his chest. “I have a task for you,” he said.


    “What is it?”


    “Before this month ends, figure out what you’re going to call me.”


    Freya blinked in confusion.


    “You can’t keep calling me ‘Captain’.”


    “I’m just used to it,” Freya exined.


    Once she got used to calling someone something, changing it didn’te easily.


    Ellis lightly pinched her cheek. “Are you nning to call me ‘Captain’ in front of our future kids?”


    Freya stood still.


    Kids?


    Right then, she felt the weight of his love. He wanted somethingsting—forever.


    “Mr. Lambert?” she teased.


    Ellis let out a chuckle. “As long as it works for you.”


    “It does.”


    Ellis was left speechless. And with that, the conversation came to an end.


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