?Chapter 1037:


    Kristian would listen to her. But Lawrence knew better. Involving Freya would only make things worse—especially if Kristian found out. So, he let it go. But just as he was about to set his phone aside, a notification popped up.


    Freya had posted on Facebook.


    Curious, he opened it—and immediately blinked in surprise. A photo of Ellis, apanied by a caption: “Ellis, my boyfriend,” followed by a few cozy pictures of the two of them together.


    Lawrence was taken aback. Freya? Posting her rtionship publicly? His fingers hovered over thement box. He almost typed, “Did someone hack your ount?” but thought better of it. He deleted the draft and simply liked the post instead.


    In moments like this, drawing attention was thest thing anyone needed, especially when Ellis was involved.


    Freya didn’t even check her phone after posting. She passed it to Ellis. “There. I posted it, just like you wanted. You can’t say I’m not serious about us now.”


    Ellis leaned in and kissed her lightly.


    Freya blinked. Another kiss?


    He smirkedzily. “Just a reward.”


    She arched an eyebrow. “That’s it? One little kiss?”


    “Huh?”


    “Other girls get clothes, bags, makeup… you know, stuff.”


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    “I’ll buy them.”


    “No need,” Freya said, brushing it off.


    Brand sponsors sent her all the new releases anyway—and she usually gave most of it to Ethel. She hardly even wore makeup herself.


    “Alright,” Ellis said, amused. “So what kind of reward do you want?”


    Freya looked him over, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Take me to meet your parents.”


    Ellis froze. For real? Of all the things she could’ve said—this wasn’t even on his radar. He’d considered a dozen yful responses from her: jokes, teasing, maybe something flirty. But this? Itpletely caught him off guard.


    “You’re serious?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. He was surprised, but also—somewhere deep down—pleased. And maybe just a little suspicious that she was ying him.


    “For real,” Freya said, nodding. “Last time I showed up at your house pretending to be your girlfriend, and I didn’t even bring a gift for your parents. This time, I want to visit them properly.”


    “No need for gifts,” Ellis said, his smile widening. “Just seeing you will make them happy.”


    He wasn’t exaggerating. Freya asking to meet his parents—willingly—was rare and unexpected. But to him, it felt like a small victory.


    “How about tomorrow?” she suggested casually. “It’s the weekend.”


    “Sure,” he agreed, still smiling.


    Without wasting any time, he pulled out his phone and called his parents to share the good news. They were thrilled.


    Once everything was arranged, Ellis wrapped an arm around Freya, pulling her closer. His eyes narrowed yfully. “Alright, tell me—what’s the real reason you want to visit my parents? Be honest.”


    Freya blinked innocently. “No reason. Just want to visit.”


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