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    “My love for you,” he said without missing a beat.


    This time, she didn’t stay silent. As she took in the technologyced surroundings, a realization struck her. “When exactly was this built?” she asked slowly.


    Considering the timeline, it couldn’t have been after they started dating.


    Even the world’s top architectural and design teams couldn’t have transformed it into its current state in just a few days.


    Ellis didn’t hide the truth. “Construction finished before Christmas,” he said calmly. “But I only decided on the real giftst week.”


    Her brows lifted. Another gift?


    Ellis simply smiled and led her to the top floor.


    Unlike the rest of the house, the third floor was stripped of smart features. Instead, it was filled with star maps and detailed astronomical charts.


    “This,” he said, walking to a telescope by the window, “is your true gift.” He adjusted the lens, then turned to her. “Come see.”


    Freya stepped forward.


    When she peered through the telescope and caught sight of an exceptionally beautiful star, her eyes lit up with surprise.


    “I’ve purchased that star,” Ellis said softly, “and I named it after you. It’s registered; everything’s official. From now on, it’s yours.”


    Freya was momentarily speechless.


    She had once thought about iming a star of her own, but the endless formalities and required in-person steps had quickly discouraged her. It wasn’t something that could be easily delegated. So she gave up on the idea.


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    And now, Ellis had done it for her.


    She said, a slow, warm smile spreading across her face, “I love it. Thank you.”


    His eyes gleamed with quiet joy. Outside the window, the fireworks still danced in bursts of color.


    Starlight shimmered. Fireworks bloomed. And the two of them stood in silence, smiling in each other’s arms.


    That evening, they retrieved fresh clothes from the second-floor bedroom, cleaned up, and stayed there for the night.


    The next morning, Freya woke to birthday messages from friends. After replying to them, she got up to prepare for the day.


    As she stepped outside, she noticed the building looked different in daylight.


    Last night, it had glowed like a gxy suspended in the sky. Now, it appeared sleek and futuristic—still silver-white, but with a cool, technological edge.


    There was no need to ask. This transformation was undoubtedly Ellis’s design.


    On the drive to the office, Freya sat in the passenger seat, thoughts swirling. For reasons she couldn’t exin, a question rose to the surface—one she’d never asked before.


    She began quietly, “Can I ask you something?”


    He nced at her, still focused on the road. “You can always talk to me.”


    “Why are you so good to me?” she asked, genuinely puzzled. “Aren’t you afraid that if we don’t end up together… everything you’ve done will be for nothing?”


    She wasn’t just thinking about the house or the star. The designer clothes, the jewelry, handbags, watches—all of it represented an enormous investment. And the house alone, not to mention the nning and execution, was far beyond what anyone could casually gift.


    Ellis had poured so much into her. Didn’t he worry that she might not be the one?


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