Chapter 97

"If you’re still feeling under the weather, just chill at home and take a breather," Violette said, then turned to pour herself a glass of water.

"I’m feeling much better today." He took off his scarf.

"That’s what you said yesterday too," Violette replied, setting down her empty glass.

She walked into the living room and noticed the gifts on the floor.

"What’s with the present?" she asked.

"Thought it would be rude to show up empty-handed," he replied, then after a pause, changed the subject, "I only found out today that you went back last night."

"Did you come all the way here just to tell me that?" Violette sat down on the couch, looking at his gaunt face.

There was a distance of more than a meter between them.

"About Melinda and me..."

"I don’t want to hear about it," she cut him off. "Whatever is going on between you and Melinda, I couldn’t care less."

Seeing her cold demeanor, Elijah felt a profound sense of helplessness.

"Are you about to bring up Derek too?" she retorted, "Elijah, even if he fooled me, I’m the one who’s dealing with the aftermath. I won’t drag you into it, nor will I ask for your help. So quit bringing it up."

Right now, she was acting like a rebellious teenager.

The more he pushed, the more she defied him.

Elijah pressed his lips together, looking tired and deep in thought about her words.

Violette was feeling a bit peckish.

She got up and went to the kitchen, where her mom had left breakfast.

Grabbing some cereals, she returned to the couch.

As she ate with relish, he watched her with intense eyes.

"Anything else you want to say?" she asked, after she’d had her fill. "If not, you can leave now."

"I’d like to stay for lunch," he said.

Violette was taken aback, as s he didn’t quite know how to refuse.

It was just lunch, she wasn’t that petty.

"Fine, stay for lunch! I’m outta here!" Violette stood up from the couch, ready to head back to her room to change and leave.

"Violette, are you planning on never coming home again?" Elijah got up from the couch and followed her to the bedroom doorway.

"This is my home," Violette said.

"Did my mom say something to you last night?"

"Nope," she said, not wanting to stir up trouble. After all, he was in a fragile state and needed to rest. "What is going on between us shouldn’t involve anyone else. I just don’t think we’re a good match."

"What would make us a good match?" Elijah asked, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door.

The bedroom was small, with barely any room to move around besides the bed and a wardrobe.

A sense of oppression began to well up.

"Someone who can make me feel comfortable." Violette said, looking up at him. "But you can’t."

Her words infuriated him.

"Does Derek make you comfortable?" he snapped. "Is that it? He makes you feel comfortable?"

"Sure as hell feels better than being with you!" she retorted, pushing him away as she felt his towering presence closing in. "Quit being a nuisance!

Just because you’re sick doesn’t mean I won’t fight back!"

With a zip, He zipped down his jacket Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom Chapter 96 Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary)

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Underneath, he was wearing a grey V-neck T-shirt.

His attractive Adam’s apple was visible at the neckline.

There seemed to be beads of sweat on his neck.

"What are you doing taking off your clothes? You’ll catch a cold!" Violette grabbed his jacket from the rack, intending to have him put it back on.

But the next moment, he picked her up and pinned her on the bed.