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    Ellis’s curiosity sparked. “What part exactly?”


    “You know how people usually go down on one knee when they propose? But your father…”


    “Ahem!” Caldwell interrupted with a loud cough.


    Kendra threw him a nce and remembered they still had an audience—namely, their son—and decided to spare his pride.


    Ellis looked between them and hazarded a guess. “Both knees?”


    “Exactly! The whole crowd burst outughing.”


    “They wereughing at me, not at you.”


    “Still! I was humiliated because of you.”


    “You say it wasn’t romantic, but who was bawling her eyes out back then?” Caldwell fired back, trying to salvage his pride. “Didn’t you promise never to marry anyone else?”


    “That was before I met Freya,” Kendra shot back, her gaze drifting toward the drone footage and fireworks from Freya’s proposal. “If Freya had proposed to me, I would’ve picked her over you in a heartbeat.”


    Ellis covered his mouth, stifling a grin.


    “What are youughing at? It’s not funny,” Caldwell growled.


    Ellis replied coolly, “It’s hrious to me.”


    Caldwell sighed. Ellis really knew how to push buttons.


    Caldwell red at him, then turned to Kendra, casually asking, “You really liked Freya’s proposal that much?”


    “Why wouldn’t I like it?” Kendra retorted.


    Caldwell, finally catching on, muttered, “Doesn’t change the fact that she’s taken.”


    Kendra didn’t even bother responding to him. She was too busy reying the proposal in her mind.


    Before, she liked Freya and admired her. Now, she genuinely saw her as family. This brave, resilient, and headstrong girl would soon be her daughter-inw. She loved that proposal—deeply, sincerely.


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    While Caldwell sat with a newspaper in hand, he discreetly messaged Ellis from his phone. “This is all your fault.”


    Ellis texted back: “Jealous?”


    Yes, Caldwell was jealous of Freya. But he’d never admit it. His wife was already fantasizing about what it would be like to be chased by Freya…


    “Ellis,” Kendra said suddenly.


    Ellis looked up, as gentle as ever with his mother. “Yes?”


    “Can I stay with Freya for a few days?”


    “I’ll ask her.”


    “No, you don’t get it,” Kendra replied seriously. “I’ll talk to her myself. What I meant is—can you move out for a while? I want some girl time with her.”


    Freya was quiet and not one to express much, but she had an unwavering sense of independence and strength. Someone like her made people feel safe.


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