Chapter 1050:


    “You really want to know?”


    “I do.”


    “I’ll tell you the day we register our marriage.”


    “Captain.”


    Ellis held his ground.


    “Ellis.”


    He was still silent.


    “Eli, my honey bunny,” Freya blurted out.


    Ellis pinched her cheek again, this time with a bit more pressure. “Did you even hear that? Are you trying to push my buttons? Say it again, and you’re doing 3-mile weighted runs,” Ellis warned, releasing her cheek. His deep voice was edged with yful menace. “Got it?”


    “Okay.”


    “You got a problem with that?”


    “No.”


    Freya didn’t argue. She simply nodded, soft andpliant, like a kitten curling into his palm.


    Ellis leaned closer, his tone turning tender. “You upset?”


    “No.”


    “That’s my girl. I’ll whip up something tasty for you.”


    He gave her hair a fond tousle before heading off to the kitchen. Ellis never let her near the stove, so Freya wandered back upstairs and sat down at herptop, sketching ring designs.


    That night, they ate dinner together.


    As always, Freya wrapped up her nighttime routine and turned in around ten.


    Ellis, on the other hand, stayed up.


    At around one in the morning, he crept quietly into Freya’s room. Moving with the stealth of a shadow, he approached her bed and gently slipped a ring onto her finger.


    To avoid startling her, he’d even warmed the ring in advance. His every movement echoed Freya’s. It was just like something she had done herself.


    He tried one ring after another, carefully taking note of the sizes for her ring finger.


    Just as he was about to slip away unnoticed, Freya stirred. Spotting a figure by her bed, she shot awake in a sh.


    Her instincts took over—she struck.


    The impact rang out sharp and clear.


    Freya recognized him by his movements and muttered sleepily, “Captain?”


    Ellis didn’t respond. He stood there, quietly brooding. Was it his fault for training her too well, or hers for being too sharp?


    Knowing he was busted, Ellis calmly hid the rings and switched on a soft light, making sure not to blind her.


    Once the gentle glow settled over the room, he finally spoke. “It’s me.”


    “What on earth are you doing in my room?” Freya’s tone was blunt. It was past one in the morning. If it had been anyone else sneaking into her room at this ungodly hour, she’d have assumed the worst. But with Ellis, she knew better.


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