NovelBookChapter 864: "Captain." "Yeah?" "You should tell Freya about your feelings for her," said Trent, catching everyone off guard.
Frederick and Greta turned toward him at once.
Ellis tilted his head slightly, one brow lifting, his tone unhurried. "I'm not about to make a move without knowing if she's even thinking about romance." He knew Freya well enough to guess how she'd react. If she weren't interested, she'd just distance herself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"That's exactly why you need to do something; if you keep waiting, she might never snap out of this limbo," said Trent, his voice calm but firm. "Do you really want things to stay stuck like this forever?" Ellis didn't say a word. His thoughts ran deep.
"When she got married before, it wasn't because she was in love. It was because Kristian moved first," Trent pointed out. "If you were in his place back then, would you have asked Freya to marry you?" No. That answer cto Ellis without hesitation.
To him, marriage held real meaning. It wasn't something he could offer without being sure she felt the sway. "Exactly," said Greta, jumping in. "We were all surprised when she got married so suddenly." "Out of all of us, she's the last person you'd expect to rush into marriage," Frederick added to the conversation, "but she went through with it anyway." Their words started to chip away at Ellis's usual calm. He lounged in place, his gaze distant yet striking, those eyes holding a depth that was hard to read.
Trent adjusted his glasses slightly and continued. "Love's rarely logical. Half the time, not even the person in love knows what they'll do until the moment comes. That includes us," he said with a knowing look.
Ellis listened, allowing the words to sink in. Then he lifted his gaze toward the trio, his tone as nonchalant as ever. "What if she's scared and disappears?" "I'll help you track her down!" Frederick piped up, full of energy.
Trent gave a small, confident smile. "You can count ontoo." "And me," Greta chimed in.
Ellis let out a soft breath, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. His features, already striking, seemed even more refined in that moment, as if he'd stepped out of a painting.
His eyes moved slowly from one friend to the next before he finally spoke. “Fine. I'll do it. I'll tell her how I feel.” Trent had a point. Feelings didn't always make sense. And until the moment came, no one-not even Freya- could say for sure if she'd run or stay.
He wouldn't know unless he tried.
"Maybe we should... decorate a little?" Frederick asked, his voice uncertain.
"A.confession's supposed to feel En: romantic, right?"
"That's not necessary." Ellis kept Freya's preferences in mind. "She prefers simplicity. I'll wait for the right moment to confess to her." "Got it." The others fell silent, offering no further suggestions.
After a few more minutes of casual conversation, Frederick brought up the real concern. "Kristian will sho up with Freya. What if he stays by her side the whole night? How are you supposed to get a word in?"
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