Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 12

9 PM.

The autumn wind swayed, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground.

Violette got out of the taxi, feeling a chill that made her shiver.

She carried her bag, quickly heading towards the Bourne family's house.

Under the dim night sky, she wore a red strapless long dress, sexy and enchanting.

In the morning, she had just worn a regular shirt and casual pants.

Thinking that she dressed like this to please other men, Elijah couldn't help but clench his fingers.

Violette changed her shoes at the entrance, only then noticing Elijah sitting on the sofa in the living

room.

He was wearing a black shirt today, making his temperament even colder and gloomier.

His expression was as indifferent as ever, and she didn't dare to look more.

After changing her shoes, she hesitated whether to greet him or not.

After all, he handed her a pack of tissues in the morning.

She nervously walked into the living room, glancing at him.

Tonight's atmosphere was a bit different. Usually, when she came back, Lacey would come out to greet

her.

Could it be that Lacey wasn't home today?

She took a deep breath secretly and finally decided not to greet him.

"Come here." His cold voice came.

Knowing that there was no one else in the living room but them, she couldn't play dumb.

"What for?" She stopped in her tracks, looking at him.

"I told you to come here." His tone was oppressively terrifying.

She tensed up, involuntarily walking towards him.

She didn't dare to disobey his command, even though he was in a wheelchair now and didn't pose as

much of a threat to her.

Violette stood by his side, looking at his handsome and solemn face, taking a breath, "What do you

want from me? Can we divorce now?"

As her voice fell, his brows furrowed.

He smelled a faint scent of alcohol coming from her.

She had been drinking.

His eyes suddenly looked up, the disgust in his eyes no longer concealed.

His big palm gripped her slender wrist, interrogating, "Did you go out to drink with someone? Did you

have fun?"

Violette felt as if her wrist was about to be crushed by him. She tried to pull her hand back but couldn't

move at all.

"Elijah, let go! You're hurting me!" Violette's eyes turned red, and the more she struggled, the harder he

gripped.

It seemed like he deliberately wanted to hurt her and make her cry.

"I asked if you had fun, answer!" He looked at her face, which was wrinkled in pain, and became

angrier.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about!" Violette gave up struggling, tears streaming down her

face, "Elijah, I didn't go out to drink, I didn't!"

Her eyes were filled with tears and fear.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the next second, he pulled her body into his arms.

She said she didn't go out to drink, but he could distinctly smell alcohol on her.

His nose fell on her neck

, where her skin was delicate and soft, with a warm milky scent.

Strange. Her body didn't smell of alcohol.

Violette didn't dare to move. His nose touched her, slightly ticklish, as if deliberately teasing her.

She leaned against his broad chest, so nervous that she forgot to breathe and her heart seemed to

skip a beat.

Fortunately, he didn't continue to treat her rudely.

Her wrist was released, but the pain didn't subside much. Being treated like this made Violette very

angry.

She knew his leg hadn't healed yet and might not have normal sensations, so she quietly put her hand

on his pants and pinched hard.

She dared to do this, having already prepared to bear the consequences.

However, it seemed like he didn't notice her pinching his thigh just now.

His face lifted from her neck, and his deep eyes were hard to read.

"Your clothes smell like another man's alcohol. Do you take them off now, or should I help you?" His

hoarse voice left no room for argument.

Violette was stunned.

Her clothes smelled of another man's alcohol?

Wait...

Did he want her to take off her clothes?

Right now?

She came to her senses, pushing against his chest, trying to escape.

He didn't give her any chance to escape, holding her tightly in his arms.

With a hiss, her clothes were savagely torn off!

"Ah!" Without the protection of her clothes, her back felt a chill, her blood boiling with anger. "Elijah, you

maniac!"

He threw her onto the nearby sofa, his cold eyes staring at her exposed shoulders and back.

"Remember who you are now, Mrs. Bourne!"

Violette hugged the high-end dress he had torn, holding back her tears.

Tonight's social event was arranged by Reaves

, and the dress was also arranged by him.

Indeed, those two bank managers wanted to get her drunk, and she couldn't find an excuse to refuse.

So she simply get displeased and left the dinner.

She was pregnant now and couldn't have alcohol, so she

couldn't possibly go out to drink with others.

"Elijah, I don't care about being Mrs. Bourne at all, don't use your standards to demand me!" She

brushed her messy hair behind her ears, holding her clothes, and stood up from the sofa, "You're so

annoying!"

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't argue with people.

It was because Elijah treated her horribly again and again that she couldn't control her emotions.

She went back to her room and slammed the door shut.

Elijah's cold face flashed with a brief emotional fluctuation.

Just now, he lost control of his emotions.

He had waited all afternoon, thinking she would come to him.

But she didn't.

Not only did she not come to him, but she also went to be with other men.

The anger that had accumulated all day erupted.

Even if she didn't say she hated him, he knew that in her heart, he was definitely more terrifying than

the devil.

His phone screen lit up.

He picked it up and saw Joey's message: [Mr. Bourne, has Ms. Dennis arrived home safely? I went out

for a drink with Mr. Fleming and happened to run into Ms. Dennis. She argued with those two bank

managers and left the private room without even eating.]

Elijah's face darkened a bit more.

Even if she didn't drink with those two old men, in his eyes, her going to the appointment was wrong.

She shouldn't have dressed so revealingly for the appointment either.

...

The door was knocked.

Violette walked to the door and opened it.

"Ma'am, the master asked me to bring you some food. I didn't know what you wanted to eat, so I made

you some oatmeal." Lacey placed the bowl on the table.

Violette had just taken a shower and had forced herself to forget about Elijah's actions tonight.

"What's he up to?" she asked suspiciously, eyeing the bowl.

Though starving, she didn't dare to eat.

"He probably feels a bit bad for being so mean to you earlier. I noticed he wasn't in a great mood after

you went back to your room," Lacey said, picking up the red dress from the bed. "Should I fix it up for

you?"

Violette said, "No need to fix it. The dress is borrowed. You can give the price tag to him."

Lacey said, "Oh..."

Violette took a deep breath, sat down in the chair, her voice a little hoarse, "I can't afford to pay for it."

Lacey said, "Alright. You should eat the oatmeal and get some sleep. Tomorrow the old lady is

discharged from the hospital, and the boss will probably take you to Old Manor."