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    It wasn’t until they were in the car that things clicked into ce. Freya leaned forward to buckle her seatbelt, and Ellis nced at her out of the corner of his eye. A grin slowly crept across his face. Ah… that’s what she meant by “small.”


    “I would never think you are small-chested,” he said with a chuckle, his voice smooth andced with mischief.


    Freya looked at him, puzzled. Why were they on this topic again? “What?”


    “Nothing,” Ellis said, firing up the engine and trying to make her feel less ufortable.


    They left it there, the car humming along toward the store.


    Neither of them spoke, but there was an unspoken warmth building between them. It was their first supermarket trip together. Kind of mundane, but oddly intimate.


    By the time they arrived, it was just after seven. The store was buzzing—families, couples, people finishing work.


    Ellis didn’t mind the crowd. In fact, he liked it. He walked beside Freya, casually picking up the same brand of shampoo and shower gel she used, along with a few of her favorite scented candles.


    Freya raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Then they reached the toothbrush aisle. Ellis grabbed a pack without hesitation.


    Freya stopped him. “Don’t we already have toothbrushes at home?”


    “Those aren’t a couple set,” Ellis said with dead seriousness.


    Freya was at a loss for words.


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    “We’re a couple now. Future husband and wife,” Ellis continued, already reaching for another item. “Everything has toe in pairs.” His sharp, handsome features carried an effortless charm.


    Freya opened her mouth to argue—but couldn’t. He had a point. As cheesy as it sounded, it made sense. Their things should match.


    So she joined him. Toothbrushes. Matching towels. Slippers. Even couple’s pajamas. Somehow, they ended up strolling through almost every aisle, picking out little domestic things that made them feel… cozy.


    Freya found herself quietly absorbing the moment. She used to think of Ellis as that cold, no-nonsense team leader. Looking at him now, it dawned on her—outside the training field, he wasn’t cold at all. He was steady, gentle, and meticulous. And a lot more romantic than she was.


    “Double-check the cart,” he said, pushing it with one hand while the other held hers. “See if we missed anything.”


    Freya nced at the overflowing pile and grinned. “Weren’t we just here for snacks? Why do we only have household items?”


    “We did forget one thing,” Ellis said with a glint in his eye.


    “What?”


    “Something for daily use.”


    Freya tilted her head, confused.


    Wasn’t everything in the cart for daily use?


    Ellis didn’t answer. Instead, he ruffled her hair like she was some clueless kitten. “Here. I’ll go grab it. It’s better if I get it myself,” he said, his deep eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “To save you from embarrassment.”


    Freya’s eyes followed him as he walked off.


    Embarrassment? What on earth was he buying?


    Still, she let it go. She figured she’d find out soon enough.


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