Freya’s POV“What do you need?” Alaric asked as he pulled a shopping cart along, his voice deep and neutral, as if this was just another ordinary thing for us.I glanced at the list on my phone. “Chicken, vegetables, fruit, milk, bread, rice, bathroom essentials, and tissues.”He gave a single nod before pushing the cart forward, maneuvering through the brightly lit supermarket aisles.I walked beside him, picking out items one by one, trying to focus on the list instead of how surreal this situation felt.We looked like a couple—effortlessly used to grocery shopping together. It felt… too domestic. Too intimate for something that should have been so mundane.Every time I added something to the cart, he remained silent. No objections, no complaints. Even when I grabbed a tub of salted caramel ice cream, something much too sweet for most men’s taste—he didn’t say a word.I shot him a suspicious glance. “You’re not going to say anything?”He shrugged, his expression calm. “Why would I?”
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