Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 126

The tension between the two was so fierce. Even though they were sitting together, it looked like they

were about to start a fight any second.

Lacey, worried about a sudden fight breaking out, quickly brought over a plate of freshly cut fruit.

"Ma'am, have you had lunch? I saved some for you." Lacey said.

Violette sprung up from the couch at once Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

, and speed-walked towards the dining room.

Elijah watched her retreating figure, trying and failing to read her thoughts.

If she was really pissed, she wouldn't be eating, b

ut she looked like she was about to explode.

Violette hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch, and now she was so hungry her stomach was hurting.

This meal, she took over half an hour to finish.

Because of the stomachache, eating too fast would just make it worse.

By the time she was full and came out of the dining room, Elijah was no longer in the living room.

"Ma'am, when you're angry, you're liable to do something rash. Why don't you take a break?" Lacey

suggested.

Violette had a splitting headache, so she nodded.

She headed towards her room on the first floor.

Lacey followed her, awkwardly saying, "Ma'am, I thought you'd be sleeping in the master bedroom from

now on, so I cleaned up your room this morning."

Violette frowned, "I'm not sleeping with him."

"Ma'am, sir's leg injury isn't getting better any time soon, and he refuses to let anyone else take care of

him." Lacey tried to persuade her, "He only lets you near him. If you don't care about him, what if he

falls..."

"He seems to handle his crutches just fine. He won't fall." Violette insisted.

Lacey said, "Ma'am, I know you're pissed."

"I'm not pissed, I'm serious." Violette said.

Lacey continued, "Last night when you came to me for the first aid kit, saying he was bleeding, your

eyes were red..."

"Stop talking. I'm going upstairs." Violette said quickly, heading for the second floor.

Master bedroom.

Elijah was taking a nap on the bed.

The curtain was half closed, with only the sheer pulled across the other half.

The outside light warmed the room.

As she walked in and saw him sleeping calmly, all her emotions were stuck in her chest, unable to be

vented.

The education she had received since she was a child told her to be a good person who could obey the

rules.

Not like Elijah, arrogant and wild.

She sat down by the bed

Pondering, and a

fter a while, a hand grabbed her arm, followed by pulling her onto the bed.

He hadn't been asleep.

The moment she walked in, he gave in.

"She jumped herself." He explained hoarsely.

He hated explaining to others.

But facing her, he couldn't be as stubborn as before.

He'd rather suffer himself than to see her in pain.

"Even if she hadn't jumped, I wouldn't have spared her life." Elijah said, showing her his true feelings,

"Just because I didn't die last night doesn't mean I'm immortal. There are many people who want to kill

me, do you think they would stop if I was kind to every one of them?”

Violette looked at him silently, his handsome face just inches away from hers, feeling both moved and

heartbroken.

Indeed! He was not immortal.