Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 53

"Maybe it's just destiny knocking on the door!" Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"My poor sis."

Joey said, "Mr. Marcia, no offense, but Melinda, as great a woman as she is, didn't manage to win my

boss's heart in ten years. Even if she sticks around for another twenty, or thirty years... my boss just

won't fall for her."

A cold glint flickered in Derek's eyes, "Thanks for the heads up."

That night.

Elijah treated the company executives to dinner.

Brandon dragged him out for drinks.

Everyone noticed that he was in a bad mood, but no one knew why.

So everyone teamed up to get him drunk.

Once he started to look tipsy, Brandon took away the glass in front of him.

"Elijah, you've been awfully quiet today, everything alright?" Brandon got him a glass of juice.

Elijah lifted his slender fingers, rubbing his temples, his voice hoarse, "Violette wants a divorce. Am I

really that bad?"

Everyone present was shocked. Someone was rejecting their boss?!

Was Violette's mind wired differently from normal people?

Their boss was not only handsome but also a genius in the business world.

Women who admired him could form a line all the way to Antarctica.

How dare Violette hurt their boss?!

"Brandon, what do you think of Violette?" Joey asked.

Brandon answered, "She’s just an ordinary college student. Well, not exactly ordinary since she's

pretty. If Melinda's looks are a bit aggressively beautiful, then Violette has that girl-next-door vibe that

warms your heart."

"I've never met Violette! Should we call her over?" someone suggested.

Brandon glanced at Elijah, who was grimacing as he rubbed his temples. He reached into Elijah's

pocket to get his phone.

"Elijah, should I have Violette come pick you up?" Brandon asked.

Elijah's breathing was slightly heavy.

He didn't answer.

Brandon took it as a yes.

At Bourne Estate.

Violette was currently at her desk, revising her thesis.

Her phone rang, seeing it was Elijah, she was surprised.

After picking up, the voice on the other end wasn't Elijah's.

"Ms. Dennis, are you free right now?"

"I am, what's up?" Violette asked nervously.

"Elijah's drunk, could you come pick him up?"

Violette responded, "Why me? Doesn't he have bodyguards? They're not drunk, are they?"

Brandon explained, "His bodyguard isn't with him tonight. Are you coming?"

Violette got up from her chair, walked to the closet, grabbed her coat, "Send me the address, I'll head

over now."

Brandon hung up and sent her the address.

About forty minutes later, Violette and her driver arrived at the restaurant where they were gathering.

As Violette got out of the car, she saw a dozen men standing at the entrance of the restaurant.

Their gaze all fell on her in unison.

Her face turned beet red and she shrunk her neck into her collar.

Brandon, supporting Elijah, walked up to her, handed Elijah over, and said: "Ms. Dennis, even if you

don't like him, please don't hurt him."

Violette almost couldn't hold Elijah up.

"Hurt him?" Violette looked puzzled, "I wish I could hurt him! But I have no idea how to."

Her voice seemed to trigger something inside Elijah.

He suddenly turned around and pressed her against the car.