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    Ethel admired that strength in her sister, but sometimes she worried Freya bore too much on her own.


    “I’ll think about it,” Freya said sincerely. Then she added, “Don’t stay up toote watching TV. Get to bed early.”


    “Okay,” Ethel replied with a grin.


    Freya gave a nod and headed to the study.


    In the meanwhile, Ellis was caught up in thoughts of the future. He’d just started sketching out ideas for the wedding when his phone rang.


    Seeing who it was, he picked up without much interest, his tone suddenly cooler than it ever was with Freya. “Hello.”


    “Ellis!” chirped a bright, overly familiar voice. “It’s ire Harper.”


    “I know,” Ellis answered tly. “What do you want?”


    “I heard from your mom that you’re dating someone?”


    “Yeah.”


    “Is it Freya?”


    “Yeah.”


    “Well… I’m not sure if I should say this,” ire began, her tone cautious. “But the girl you’re dating… she might not be a good person. You—”


    Without waiting for her to finish, Ellis ended the call.


    Then, with no hesitation, he pulled up her contact info, blocked the number, and deleted it. No one had the right to speak ill of his girlfriend.


    On the other end, ire stared at her phone in disbelief,pletely thrown by the abrupt hang-up. When she tried to call again, she realized she’d been blocked.


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    Bewilderment clouded ire’s features as she struggled toprehend where the situation had derailed.


    After meticulously assembling the fragments in her mind, a realization crystallized: Freya must be with Ellis now. Freya must havemandeered his phone to block and erase her number, anxious that she might divulge Freya’s confidential matters.


    ire contemted dispatching a message, but dread of Freya instigating further discord prompted her to reconsider.


    Ellis dismissed pursuing the matter further, harboring no apprehension that ire might convey something inappropriate to his parents. His parents weren’t the type to ept others’ words without scrutiny. Whether regarding people or circumstances, they invariably formed their assessments based on personal discernment.


    Judging by their enthusiastic response after he introduced Freya during their previous encounter, his parents appeared quite enchanted with her.


    After emerging from his shower and preparing for slumber, Ellis reclined on his bed, phone in hand. He typed, “Goodnight, sweetie.” Freya missed the message entirely.


    As soon as she put down her phone earlier, she fell asleep right away. With her phone configured to silence notifications throughout the night, all alerts remained muted.


    Not until morning light filtered through did she discover the message and respond, “Good morning.”


    Just as her fingerspleted the text, the doorbell’s chime resonated through her apartment.


    Upon swinging the door open, she discovered Ellis standing there in loungewear. His voice drifted toward her with serene confidence as he remarked, “Wouldn’t it be nicer to say good morning to me in person?”


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