She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 672:

That was enough. Natasha backed down right away. “Then you have to come find me when you get back. I still want to learn from you.”

“Alright,” Freya said, before going to make arrangements.

Seeing that Freya was truly busy, Natasha left reluctantly.

Ashley was free now, so there was no need to worry about her.

As for her own company, Melvin was still there.

With that thought, Freya called him and gave him a rough rundown. She told him she’d be tied up for a while and asked him to watch over things.

Melvin’s first words were, “Are you getting married?”

Freya sighed. “No… Just handling something personal. Make the company decisions as needed. As for Ellis, observe him and assign tasks that suit him.”

“Got it,” Melvin replied.

“Perfect,” Freya said. She felt more at ease.

Just as she was about to hang up, Melvin stopped her. “Ms. Briggs.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just come back soon. It’s going to get colder. Dress warm when you go out. And if you need anything, tell me. I’ll prepare it.”

“Alright,” Freya said softly, feeling a warmth inside.

She was truly grateful for Melvin. Whenever trouble came up, he held the fort without complaint.

After the call, she couldn’t help but notice the time. It was already 8 PM. She thought of grabbing something to eat when a knock came at the door.

Assuming Natasha had forgotten something, she opened it—only to find Ellis there, the smell of food drifting in.

“Captain?” she blinked in surprise. She wondered what he was doing there at this time.noveldrama

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Ellis didn’t step inside. “Come over for dinner,” he said.

“What?”

“No ‘what.’ I don’t care how busy you are, skipping meals is not an option,” Ellis said firmly.

Before she could say anything, Ellis had already turned to lead the way.

At the table, with two plates already set, she realized something.

Even if she had refused, he would’ve brought her here anyway.

“What are you waiting for? Dig in,” Ellis remarked casually, catching sight of Freya standing motionless beside the table.

For the first time, Freya found the simple act of eating to be an arduous task.

Her thoughts weighed so heavily on her that each bite felt delayed, her appetite dulled beneath the burden.

Ellis glanced over at the dishes—ones he considered rather decent—and asked, “Not quite your taste?”

“They’re fine,” Freya answered, her voice quiet.

Basic etiquette dictated that a guest shouldn’t nitpick their host’s food. Besides, she had never been particularly fussy to begin with.

“Ethel was only teasing earlier,” she said after a slight pause. “You really don’t need to factor me in when you cook next time. Just make whatever you feel like.”

Ellis raised an eyebrow in response. He set his utensils down and turned his gaze toward her.

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