NovelBookChapter 952: "Promise you won't get mad?" she asked warily.
He already knew the answer but replied with infuriating calm, "No." Freya, choosing honesty, said, "Kristian." Ellis let out a dry chuckle, somewhere between amusement and disbelief. She really needed to be taught a "lesson." "You said you wouldn't get mad," Freya quickly added.
"Why him?" Ellis asked, genuinely curious. “Am I not good enough?" "You're wonderful, but you said if everything went back to the beginning," Freya explained seriously. "Back then, you were cold and stern." She wasn't exaggerating. If he'd confessed to her back then, she probably would have reacted like she did the first the brought her breakfast. She would've assumed she'd offended him and sprinted away as fast as she could.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I was that strict?" Ellis looked genuinely surprised.
"Ask other team members. They'll tell you," Freya went on. "If you had confessed to any of the girls back then, they'd probably wonder what they did wrong." Ellis looked mildly stunned. Was he really that scary? "Are you mad?” Freya asked, noticing his silence and unable to read his expression.
Ellis began teasing again, "Very mad." "I added you to my favorites list and even made a custom program," Freya tried to console him. "Even when my phone's on silent, your messages make a special sound." She'd done it after missing his goodnight message once.
Ellis pressed his lips into a thin line. "Hmm." Freya's eyes flitted nervously. Was he still upset? She couldn't blhim. If he'd picked another woman over her, she'd be furious too. “Don't be mad at me, okay?" She wasn't good at comforting people.
"I'll buy you something. Whatever you want, just nit." "Not interested." "Then what are you interested in?" "A kiss." Freya stayed quiet.
Ellis insisted, "Kiss me, and I'll forgive you." Freya hesitated. Even though they were dating, initiating a kiss still made her feel awkward.
Seeing her pause, he asked lazily, "You don't want to kiss me?" It was just a kiss. She could do that. Freya made up her mind. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Just as Freya was about to pull away, Ellis caught her by the waist and pulled her in, deepening the kiss.
Then, fearing he might lose control, zing her he let her go-his thumb grazing her lips, still soft and damp from the kiss. ill soft and His voice dropped lower, rough and smoldering. "That's what a real kiss feels like. Got it?" Freya's face flushed pink. She gave the faintest nod.
"Go wash up and get srest,” he murmured, not pressing further. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning."
He wouldn't interfere with her routine.
He respected it. After all, maintaining a healthy routine was the cornerstone of well-being.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
