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Divorced: Stripped of Everything

Chapter 1038
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Chapter 1038: The truth? Meeting the parents was only part of the plan. The real reason was to find out Ellis's childhood nickname.

The last tshe brought it up, he claimed he didn't have one-which was suspicious enough. But when she asked Alyssa about it later, she dodged the question.

That sealed it.

Ellis raised an eyebrow. "You seriously expectto believe that?" "Believe it or not," Freya huffed. "Why ask if you're just going to doubt me?" Ellis chuckled.

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Freya narrowed her eyes. What was so funny? Ellis looked at her, clearly amused. "Wantto pull up scouple fight videos? You can study the body language-maybe sharpen your acting." Freya crossed her arms. "You think I'm pretending to be mad?" He tilted his head, evaluating. "You'd probably fool Trent and Frederick." "Ellis Lambert!" "Hmm?" "I'm indeed upset right now." Her voice was cool, firm-with a note of seriousness.

She was determined to stand her ground against him.

She didn't mind losing to him in most games or falling for his traps now and then. She conceded defeat in arguments. But this? This little battle of pride? She needed a win.

Ellis didn't argue. "I know." ☐☐☐☐☐☐ sh☐☐☐☐ gat.novFreya blinked. That was it? Nothing else? This wasn't how a proper fight was supposed to go.

"Freya," he said suddenly, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and amusement.

She looked up instinctively.

"You realize there's a pretty big flaw in your performance, right?" She frowned. "What flaw?" She thought she was doing a convincing job, even had herself halfway convinced.

Ellis leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Who argues with their boyfriend... while sitting on his lap?" Freya glanced down.

Right. She was still sitting on his lap. Damn.

Before she could recover, Ellis's voice cagain, lazy and warm. "Next stom time, make sure to storm off first. That way the fight lasts longer and I get to play along too." Freya finally relented.

She slid off Ellis and perched on the couch, her expression turning grave e with as she spoke with unflinching m sincerity. "The more I think about it, the more I believe Greta and Riley had a point. I'm starting to worry about what lies ahead." Ellis tilted his head slightly, regarding her. "What's got you so worried?" "I'm afraid you'll end up conning me, and I'll still thank you for it." There wasn't the slightest trace of sarcasm in her voice. She meant every word.

"You really don't have to worry about that. I won't lie to you," Ellis murmured, reaching over to give her cheek a playful pinch.

Freya narrowed her eyes at him, scrutinizing his face as though trying to read past his calm exterior but he gave away nothing. If this man were to launch a business from the ground up, she had no doubt he could swindle the world with that charm of his, and no one would see it coming.