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    “I was wrong.”


    “And?”


    “I’m sorry.”


    “Sorry doesn’t quite cut it,” Ellis said, clearly enjoying himself. “You want to make it up to me? Go unpack my suitcase.”


    “What?”


    “Go on.”


    Freya cast a quick nce over her shoulder—twice—before dragging herself toward his room with visible reluctance.


    She knew what he was doing—trying to ease the weight of her guilt—but somehow, the gentler he was, the more it gnawed at her.


    Ellis watched her retreating figure, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    In his eyes, she was simply adorable.


    A little whileter, Freya finished unpacking for him.


    Just as she was cing thest item in its ce and turning to tell him she was done, he pulled her into his arms without warning.


    He had her gently pinned between himself and the vanity, his hands braced on either side, his deep, unreadable eyes fixed on her.


    “All done,” Freya said, trying to soundposed.


    “Do you remember what I told you before?”


    “What?”


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    “With me, you never need to say sorry. Just tell me you love me—it says so much more.” His voice was calm, steady, like someone used to navigating delicate feelings. “Understand?”


    “But I made a mistake,” Freya replied, almost stubbornly. In her mind, mistakes demanded apologies.


    “It’s my fault for not exining things to you sooner,” Ellis said, always quick to im fault. “I noticed you usually wear ck, white, and gray, so I added some brighter options, just in case.”


    He had made sure there were all kinds of styles for her, though her favorites were stocked in abundance.


    Freya pressed her lips together, visibly moved by the care he’d taken. “Why are you so good to me?”


    “I want you to know,” Ellis said, his voice soft but sincere, “that in my eyes, you are a treasure—one beyondpare. If it makes you happy, I’ll give you everything.”


    She didn’t speak.


    “Stop overthinking,” he said, giving her cheek a light pinch. His tone was warm,forting.


    She nodded.


    He let her go and handed her a small set of keys.


    “What’s this?”


    “The key to the door connecting our rooms,” he exined, motioning to a spot on the wall. “If you ever want toe over, no need to go through the hall. Just use this.”


    As he spoke, he led her to the discreet door.


    Freya paused, surprised at how seamlessly it blended into the wall.


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