NovelBookChapter 1002: "Why do you ask?" Freya's usual composure had slipped.
When she first saw the clothes, it crossed her mind that Ellis might have prepared it all for her-especially considering they hadn't brought much luggage.
But the longer she looked, the clearer it becthat the colors, the fabrics, the very essence of the clothes were at odds with her own pared-down, neutral-toned style.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt wasn't the clothes themselves-she had an entire wardrobe back at her villa, including pieces she'd selected for Ellis.
No... it was the feeling. The uncanny sense that she had walked into a room curated for someone else.
Ellis noticed her silence stretching and asked again, "What's wrong? Are you upset?" "There are clothes in the closet," Freya murmured.
Ellis nodded, his expression unreadable. “I'm aware." Freya blinked. That was it? No explanation? "Don't like them?" He caught the subtle shift in her expression instantly.
Freya hesitated. Was she supposed to like them? "It's fine if you don't," Ellis said casually. He took her by the hand and gently led her back into the walk-in closet. "Just tellwhich ones you're not into, and I'll have them replaced." As he spoke, he began opening one wardrobe door after another. In no time, Freya was surrounded-clothes, shoes, handbags, watches, brooches, scarves-everything arranged with meticulous precision.
Read with confidence @ glnovtco Freya's eyes widened in awe.
"Which ones don't you like?" Ellis asked, gesturing toward the section bursting with bright hues. "These?" Freya parted her lips but couldn't bring herself to speak. It seemed... she had misunderstood him.
The wardrobe she had first opened was simply the one with the brighter-colored garments. In reality, wardrobes lined every wall, and her preferred minimalist palette was tucked neatly in others.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly, guilt hitting her all at once. She was the sort who always apologized when she knew she was in the wrong.
Why had she gotten so sensitive? What was happening to her? Ellis stepped in closer, his palm warm and gentle as he ruffled her hair. His voice was indulgent, soft in a way she wasn't used to. "Why apologize?" "I thought..." Freya started, then trailed off, unable to finish. She had doubted him-doubted his intentions. And that would hurt him.
"You thought I'd prepared all this for someone else?" Ellis asked, raising an eyebrow as he pieced her thoughts together from what she'd said—and what she hadn't. “And that upset you?" Freya nodded quietly, her head bowed to avoid his gaze.
Ellis gave her a gentle flick to the m forehead, his touch lighthearted, affectionate. "Silly girl." Freya blinked, caught off guard.
"Looks like I should send you back to the organization for a full retraining," Ellis teased histone Night: "Otherwise, you'll just keep overthinking everything."
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