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    “You silly girl,” Ellis said bluntly.


    Freya looked at him, unsure how to respond, waiting for him to continue.


    “Even if we don’t get married,” he said, his voice calm and sincere, “none of it would be in vain. I did it because I wanted to. Because it makes me happy to care for you.”


    Freya hesitated. “But…”


    Ellis knew what she was thinking.


    After a beat of silence, he tried to exin it in hernguage—business. “Love is like investing in something you believe in,” he said. “You don’t know if it’ll seed, but you take the risk anyway. When you find something—or someone—worth pursuing, you give it everything you’ve got.”


    She understood what he meant, but notpletely.


    From a rational perspective, she countered, “If a project has less than a fifty percent chance of sess and requires major capital, I wouldn’t invest in it.”


    She onlymitted to ventures she fully understood. But Ellis’s investment… was in a person.


    And people were unpredictable—impossible to calcte like data.


    “Have you forgotten how Anita International got started?” Ellis asked, giving her a pointed look.


    “That’s different,” Freya said. “I understood that industry inside and out. That’s why I was willing to take risks.”


    Ellis tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, mulling it over.


    Apparently, his example didn’tnd.


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    When the car stopped at a red light, he turned to her directly. “Then let me ask you this—why were you so good to me back then?”


    Freya was caught off guard by Ellis’s words.


    The words from theirst exchange echoed in her mind, and she gave the same heartfelt answer as before. “Because you’re worth it.”


    “Exactly,” Ellis replied, his voice a velvet ribbon of calm.


    She turned to face him.


    “You’re the one I’d put everything on the line for—whether I win or lose.” He didn’t sugarcoat a thing; his tone was even firmer this time. “To put it simply, you’re my dream.”


    Freya’s heart skipped a beat. It felt like time itself hit the brakes, leaving her frozen in ce, staring into nothing.


    Those words weighed heavily, like they carried the world in them.


    “Don’t let my kindness feel like a burden,” Ellis said as he started the car, casting her a quick nce from the corner of his eye. “If I can’t manage the simplest things to make you happy, then what’s the point of me being your boyfriend?”


    “You…” Freya’s voice caught, stuck somewhere between her chest and her lips.


    Ellis drove smoothly. “If you’re happy, then that’s enough for me.” He wanted to give her everything good he had to offer. He wanted her to see—love wasn’t spoken, it was proven.


    People always said women could be sentimental. Even Freya, the logical one, wasn’t immune to that truth.


    Right then, hearing those sincere words, she had the sudden urge to propose to Ellis herself. She wanted him to know she’d treasure him just as much.


    Love, after all, could never be one-sided; it needed both hearts in sync to truly thrive.


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