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    “Are you upset?” Ellis pulled her into a warm embrace.


    Freya pouted in silence. She wasn’t exactly angry, but she was a little peeved. These were their photos, and Ellis didn’t even pretend to want them.


    “You really think you can hide something from me and get away with it?” Ellis gave her a light tap on the nose. “Or do you actually believe you can walk out of here with those photos?”


    Before he even finished his sentence, Freya bolted, clutching the photos tightly.<fne2ef> This text is hosted at Find~Novel</fne2ef>


    Ellis, as calm as ever, reached out and effortlessly yanked her back.


    Within moments, they were locked in a yful battle. For every strike she made, he had a perfect counter—effortlessly blocking her and snatching the photos right out of her hands.


    With one final move, he had her back in his arms, held securely and smugly.


    “Why?” Freya frowned, her delicate brows furrowing in frustration. “I’ve been practicing in secret every single day for months. How am I still losing to you?”


    Beating Ellis had always been a quiet dream of hers. But once again, it seemed she’d fallen short.


    Ellis saidzily, “You really want to beat me that badly?”


    “Yes,” Freya answered without a hint of hesitation. “And it’s not just me. My friends want to, too.”


    A faint smirk tugged at Ellis’s lips. “Then you’d all better train harder.”


    Freya didn’t respond. Clearly, there was still a long road ahead.


    “There’s actually a shortcut if you’re that eager to beat me,” Ellis said, his voice taking on a mischievous edge.


    Freya didn’t even flinch. “Not interested.”


    “I haven’t even said it yet.”


    “I already know what it is.”


    “Oh? Then tell me.”


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    “Kiss me. If I kiss you, you’ll let me win.” She knew him too well. After over a year together, she could see straight through him.


    Still, she wasn’t quite seasoned enough to dodge every trick.


    “You got it.” A slow, sly smile tugged at Ellis’s lips as he leaned in, closing the space between them with deliberate ease. Without a flicker of hesitation, he dipped forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.


    Freya stood frozen, caught entirely off guard.


    By the time their lips parted, she could only sigh in quiet resignation.


    She used to think that spending enough time with Ellis would make her immune to all the little traps heid. That eventually, she’d get the upper hand. But she’d forgotten one thing: every time she figured out one of his games, he’d alreadye up with a brand new one.


    “Thanks for letting me win this time,” Ellis said with a warm smile, making everything feel even worse.


    Freya waspletely speechless. Wasn’t this the textbook definition of shameless? Ellis, it seemed, had turned it into an art form.


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