NovelBookChapter 909: "What's wrong?" he asked.
Freya's fingers tightened around the small hand warmer in her pocket. Her brows furrowed. "Ellis, have I seen this car before?" "Yeah. I gave you a ride in it once," he said casually.
Freya's eyes locked with his.
And suddenly, everything clicked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo wonder the first tshe'd gotten in his car, it had felt familiar. Now she remembered-when she'd gone to see Josiah about Norah's issue, this very car had been parked in Josiah's garage.
Ellis had joined them afterward, so she'd never made the connection.
Ellis noticed her studying him. "Do you like it?" he asked.
"What?" "If you like it, I'll give it to you." "No," Freya replied quickly, changing the subject. "Let's just head back." She climbed into the car in a rush, her thoughts a mess from the realization. Her memories of Ellis-every encounter, every word—cflooding back all at once, stirring something deeper inside her. Ellis, catching her shift in tone and her uneven answers, couldn't help but feel a spark of suspicion flicker to life.
On the drive back, Ellis's mind kept circling back to Freya's earlier words.
He'd driven this car plenty since returning, though he usually opted for other sedans. With Freya around, he'd only taken this one out a few times. What had piqued her interest? His thoughts darted to the day at the Russell family's estate. Had she pieced it together? Version traced to: galAn hour later, Ellis pulled up and carried the folder upstairs.
Since Kristian hadn't eaten lunch, Freya made sure he got sfood in him before letting him crash.
By 3:30 PM, Freya nudged a reluctant Kristian to take a nap. She and Ellis slipped into the study to dig into Kristian's situation.
Lawrence might dodge the truth-she could always lean on her deal with Kristian to pry answers out of him. But Ellis? His information was solid as a rock.
Once the door clicked shut, Freya didn't waste time. "Ellis, what did you mean earlier when you said Kristian isn't a new personality?" "Hold your horses," Ellis said, setting the folder on the desk, his voice smooth and unruffled.
Freya's brow creased. Wasn't this exactly why they were here? Ellis shrugged off his coat, revealing a black shirt buttoned up tight, giving him a polished, almost guarded edge.
Freya had already ditched her coat and scarf-the roomy was he roomy was toasty, and wearing extra layers felt like overkill.
She watched Ellis pop the top button of his shirt and sink into the chain.
"What's our priority then?" she pressed.
"Let's start with the car," Ellis said, leaning back with a casualdrawl. Freya went still.
The car? Catching her puzzled look, his lips quirked into a faint smile.
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