Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 102

"Elijah, I ain’t takin’ your money," she said seriously. "So don’t talk to me like that."

"Why don’t you want my money? Is my money different from others?" His tone obviously dropped.

Violette hesitated for a moment and said, "I don’t want anyone’s money. I don’t want to be at the mercy

of anyone’s mood ."

That shut him up.

"I’m going to sleep, so don’t bother me." Violette turned her back to him.

Looking at her thin figure, he covered her with his quilt.

She immediately threw it off, "I’ll use mine, and you use yours. Don’t touch me."

There were two quilts on the bed.

Elijah had a thick one, while h

ers was a summer air-conditioning quilt.

But the room was warm with the air conditioner on.

"You take the thick one, I’ll take the thin one," Elijah kindly said.

He was always feeling cold, so he worried that she would be too.

"You trying to roast me alive?" Violette rudely said, "Just go to sleep, you have to leave before my mom

comes back tomorrow morning. You’re seriously messing up our lives."

Elijah tucked in, "Got it."

Ten minutes later, Violette turned over with her phone in hand.

By the light of the phone screen, she saw his eyes open, emitting a cold, dark glow.

"Why aren’t you asleep? Are you cold?" she asked.

Elijah: "A little. Are you too hot?"

She was wearing short sleeves, a

nd the quilt only covered her upper body.

It was like they were experiencing different seasons.

"Mind your own business. I’ll get you a blanket..." Violette sat up.

He reached out and grabbed her, "Just give me half of your quilt."

"Okay..." She gave him half of her quilt.

This way, if she wanted to cover herself, she had to lean towards him.

Realizing this, she sat up again, wanting to grab a blanket.

"Don’t move... I want to sleep." He stretched out his long arm and pulled her back.

...

Bourne Estate.

Grace had been sitting on the sofa all along, so angry she didn’t even eat dinner.

After the driver returned from delivering things to Elijah, Grace started questioning him.

"That rental house is really small, right?"

Driver: "Very small, the whole house is not even as big as this living room."

Grace looked around the living room and got even more annoyed.

"When I left, Violette’s mom had already gone to stay in a hotel. There were only Mr. Bourne and

Violette in that rental house," the driver said.

"Will Violette do anything excessive to Elijah?! He’s so sick now, how could you leave him alone with

her? Where’s the bodyguard?! The bodyguard must not leave him!" Grace was very worried.

"It should be fine..." the driver stammered, "I heard from the bodyguard that they... uh... did that kind of

thing at noon... there must be some feelings between them."

Grace was shocked, "Elijah is so sick! How could he have the energy to do such a thing! Violette is Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

indeed shameless! I’m going to bring Elijah back! If he stays with her, my son will be taken advantage

of!"

The driver gave Lacey a look.

Lacey immediately held Grace back, "If you go, he might get angry with you. You should go back first,

and I’ll have the driver pick him up in the morning."

"You don’t know any better!" Grace shook off Lacey’s arm.

Lacey stepped back, not arguing with the old lady.

"Take me to where Violette lives now. I’ll just look from the outside, I won’t go in!" The old lady told the

driver.

The driver immediately helped her out the door.

Forty minutes later, Grace saw the old neighborhood where Violette lived.

Sitting in the car, the old lady couldn’t help but cry.