Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Get Out

“Baby, since you don't need the BMW anymore, just let Mae borrow it

for a while? Once you get tired of driving the Ferrari, you can take the

car back. If you want, you can switch whichever you want to drive every

day, including all the cars in my garage.”

Although Elijah’s voice was low, Janice and Mac could hear it.

Janice widened her eyes, marveling at Elijah’s wealth. Mae was so

envious that she almost bite down her teeth!

Cordelia’s rolled her eyes. This man was truly an asshole.

This was like a slap on Mae and Janice's face!

Cordelia took out the key and threw it to Mae, who still had an

indignant expression on her face.

“Since you want it, go ahead and take it.” Cordelia sneered.”

Mac didn’t catch the key. It fell on the ground.

“Elijah, 1 also want to drive a Ferrari...” Mae complained grievously.

Elijah put up a fake smile, “But you already have an X5. Did you change

your mind and no longer want it? Okay, as you wish, then I will take the

key back.” He pretended to reach out to the key.

Mae picked up the keys hurriedly and anxiously, “No! I want it!"

Cordelia sneered.

Janice forced a smile, “Elijah, could you sit down for a while? Let me

cook for you right away.”

“Don't bother preparing a meal for me. I'm taking Cordelia out for

dinner, “Elijah gently refused and left with Cordelia in his

arms.

After leaving the Delcon house, Cordelia broke free from Elijah’s

embrace.

“I have never known you are so generous towards your sister-in-law,”

Cordelia looked at the man with a half-smile.

Elijah withdrew his arm indifferently, “I'll take you to get the

car.”

“Okay!”

This bastard man sent her car to his sister-in-law, so she naturally

wouldn't refuse it.

Elijah drove the car back to the wedding room where Cordelia once

lived.

At this moment, the house was brightly lit, giving the impression that

someone was living there.

Cordelia raised an eyebrow and asked Elijah, “Who lives here now?”

After she had moved out, this man moved in! How ridiculous!

Cordelia didn't take another look at the house where she had lived for

three years.

She took a step into the driving cab.

Elijah narrowed his eyes, staring at Cordelia’s long and straight legs,

continuously scrutinizing them.

“The car is not bad. I'll drive it away.” Cordelia started the car without

asking for Elijah’s permission.

Elijah couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. He lowered his head and

leaned against Cordelia’s car window, looking at her as if waiting for

something.

Cordelia pursed her lips. Naturally, she understood that the man was

not reconciled if he didn't receive some benefit after sending her a five-

million-dollar car.

Actually, this angle allowed her to kiss him conveniently.

However, she only looked at Elijah coldly and said in a chill tone, “I

didn’t know who you originally intended to give this car to, but you

decided to give it to me on a whim, so...”

“Okay, stop taking,” Elijah stood up straight and coldly said, “Get lost!"

Cordelia lifted her gaze and glanced at Elijah’s cold profile. Pretending

not to care, she withdrew her gaze and stepped on the accelerator,

leaving in a cloud of dust.

No matter whom he wanted to give the car to, it could not be her.

At this time, her mobile phone rang. There was a message.

Cordelia took a look when she waited for the change of the traffic

light.

[I get a stomachache.]

It was from Elijah.

It was then that she realized that both of them were still hungry.

Cordelia was a dancer, so it was common for her to skip dinner.

But Elijah couldn't skip any meals the whole day. Otherwise, he would

suffer from stomachache.

Cordelia gritted her teeth and answered him.

[Sorry, I've gotten lost too far away.]

Elijah didn't reply.

Cordelia returned to her small apartment.

She had lived here since she moved out from her wedding villa.

Though small, the one-bedroom apartment was well-equipped with all

essential amenities.

Soaking in the bathtub and feeling the warmth, Cordelia narrowed her

eyes comfortably. She extended her arm and picked up a glass of red

wine, taking a sip.

At that moment, her phone rang. She glanced at it and answered the

call.

“Cordelia, the information of the person you want to know has been

sent to your email,” the voice of Adam Baker, who was her brother,

sounded low and deep through the receiver.

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