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    Between his work at Anita International Group and reviewing Lambert Group’s documents, plus cooking, he was stretched thin.


    Freya just wanted to ease his load at herpany, but he’d always refused her kindness.


    As for cooking, he’d been adamant, even joking that he’d “punish” her if she set foot in the kitchen again.


    “Live together?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.


    “Yes,” Freya nodded.


    “Are you sure about moving in together?” he pressed.


    She nodded again. It was just cohabiting, not sharing a room. No big deal. The vi was plenty big, after all.


    “Alright,” Ellis said, surprising her by agreeing.


    He recalled owning a vi in the same area Freya mentioned—a prime spot with only twelve sprawling estates, surrounded by lush greenery, widewns, a golf course, and other luxuries.


    “Really?” Freya’s eyes widened, not expecting him to agree so easily.


    “Would I kid you?” Ellis teased, his voice light.


    “But…”


    “But what?” Freya asked, leaning in.


    “You’re not nning to take advantage of me, are you?”


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    Freya blinked, caught off guard.


    Ellis’s face radiated charm, but his words were yful, almost sly.


    “Just so we’re clear, it’s only cohabiting. No funny business.”


    Freya was speechless. When had she ever thought otherwise?


    “Even if you’re tempted, you’ve got to hold back,” he added with a grin.


    “Come on, you’re the one twisting things,” Freya shot back.


    “Are you saying you’re not scheming something naughty behind my back?” Ellis spoke slowly, a yful drawl in his voice. “Offering me an apartment to stay, inviting me to your vi—it’s enough to make anyone suspicious.”


    Freya’s breath caught in her chest. She couldn’t believe Greta was right. Ellis was sly, always one step ahead, and she couldn’t keep up.


    “I could say the same about you,” she fired back. “You’re the one cooking up secret ns.”


    She knew Ellis and Trent had been scheming for ages, and she’d fallen for it.


    “I’ve had naughty intentions for you ages ago,” Ellis admitted, his smile dazzling. “You’re just catching on now?”


    Freya froze, words stuck in her throat.


    “Come on, eat your breakfast before it gets cold,” he said, lightly tapping her forehead.


    Freya pouted, muttering, “You’re not who I thought you were.”


    “What’s that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.


    “Nothing,” Freya said quickly, afraid to admit she found him different now.


    He might assign her some harsh training she couldn’t handle. Ellis understood what she meant but let it slide, urging her to finish her meal.


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