You Are My Mr Right

As Freya was about to fall, Elijah caught her. His strong arms encircled her waist.

He tightened his grip. Freya’s delicate body collided with his. He held her firmly, and her body seemed to stick to his.

His fingers, through the clothes, traced over her waist.

Freya’s face turned slightly red, and she cursed, “Shameless!”

In her mind, she wondered how there could be such an shameless, despicable, and filthy man like Elijah in the world.

Ignoring her angry expression, Elijah decided to live up to the term ‘shameless.’ His hands became more audacious, directly slipping beneath her clothes. His fingertips touched her delicate skin. His breath paused for two seconds. The sensory pleasure intoxicated him, but he remained remarkably restrained.

Freya, shocked by his actions, widened her eyes and forcefully resisted, “Let me go!”

Elijah, unbridled and teasing, said, “You have the duty as my wife. If you don’t know how to serve your husband, it’s okay; I can teach you.”

Freya was rendered speechless.

How could this man simultaneously want to harm her and take advantage of her? She was utterly at a loss for words in her description of him. With a vast difference in strength between them, she couldn’t push him away or break free. In Elijah’s presence, she felt utterly powerless, letting him toy with her.

She hated Elijah’s behavior, but she couldn’t fight back. All she could do was glare at him, expressing her dissatisfaction and protest through her eyes.

Ignoring Freya’s gaze, Elijah lifted her and walked to the bed. He placed her on it but didn’t move away. Instead, he hovered above her, warning, “If you ever try to escape again, I will punish you more severely than this time. I keep my promises.”

“I know you’re ruthless.” Freya said coldly.

Elijah paid no attention to her coldness. A woman trying to escape from him wouldn’t be enthusiastic towards him, after all.

“Good to know. Remember that.” He said. Then he pulled over the nearby blanket and covered her. “Sleep. You need rest.”

Freya found him twisted. One moment he was fierce, and the next, he showed a hint of concern. Was he trying to make her fall for him through this strange behavior? No, she would never forget how cruel he had been to her.

Closing her eyes, she turned away from him, silently protesting through her actions.

Elijah lowered his gaze.

Freya, hiding her momentary disappointment as she turned her back to Elijah, masked the sense of loss that had briefly surfaced. He stood by the bed, unmoving for a long time. Freya pretended to be asleep.

One was lying down; the other was standing there.

One was pretending to sleep; the other was unwilling to leave.

Despite their proximity, they felt so distant. Elijah slowly turned around. Instead of leaving, he sat back on the sofa. Freya kept her eyes closed, gradually opening them.

She didn’t understand Elijah’s intentions, but she was clear that this man had no compassion in his heart.

She closed her eyes to sleep. She needed to regain her strength.

…

In the morning, when Freya woke up, she sat up. Elijah was nowhere to be seen; he had left at some point.

On the bedside table was a food box.

She reached out to open it, finding the food inside still warm.

Who sent this?

At that moment, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She said, “Come in,” and the door was pushed open. Orion Russo walked in.

Concerned, he asked, “Feeling better?”

Freya replied, “I didn’t have much to begin with.”

“You passed out from hunger and say you didn’t have much? You’re unbelievable,” Orion Russo said with a teasing tone, looking at her. “Thinking of running away and not even telling me.”

Freya hid her plans from Orion Russo because of his close relationship with Elijah. She was afraid that Orion Russo might reveal her whereabouts to Elijah.

She smiled, “I was afraid of causing you trouble. If you knew I was trying to escape and didn’t tell Elijah, he would blame you, wouldn’t he?”

Orion Russo saw through her, “You’re afraid I can’t keep a secret and would tell Elijah?”

Freya vehemently denied, “Of course not.”

“Forget it. I don’t want to know anyway. If I knew you wanted to run, and I couldn’t tell Elijah, it would be awkward for me as a friend. Even if you plan to run in the future, don’t tell me,” Orion Russo said. He didn’t want to know anything.

It was too troublesome for him.

Looking at him, Freya asked, “Did you bring this food box?”

Orion shook his head, “I just arrived.”

“Then who brought it?” Freya was puzzled.

Orion said, “Maybe it was Elijah.”

Freya snorted, “Would he be so kind?”

“He’s not-so bad,” Orion said, diverting the topic. “Because you ran away this time, he nearly starved you. If he knew you were pregnant, how do you think he would treat you?”

Freya looked up at him, “I know. He would probably kill me. That’s why I have to leave him.”

Given Elijah’s recent attitude, it was evident that if he found out she was carrying another man’s child, he wouldn’t let her off easily.

Orion was also concerned about this, “You need to come up with a good plan.”

Freya said, “I know.”

A good plan was indeed needed.

“You still need some glucose.” Orion said.

Freya softly agreed.

“I have to go to work. Eat something!” Orion Russo advised.

Looking at the food of unknown origin, Freya hesitated.

Orion seemed to sense her concern and said, “I’ll find out who sent it.”

Freya nodded, “Thanks, Orion.”

“No need to be polite with me.”

Orion left the ward.

He returned shortly, saying, “I asked. Elijah ordered it. You can eat it; he probably didn’t poison it.”

If Elijah heard this, he might sever ties with Orion just because of this statement.

What did it mean not to poison?

Was Elijah’s heart so vicious?!

Freya mocked, “Do you think he can’t do that?”

Orion answered, “Don’t think of him as so bad.”

Freya thought, he was not a good person to begin with.

Did she need someone else to tell her how bad he was?

Orion opened the food box for her. Inside were easily digestible porridge and noodles, suitable for her current condition.

“Still very thoughtful of him.” Orion remarked.

Freya remained ungrateful. But she was indeed hungry. She picked up the bowl of porridge.

“Do you need me to find someone to take care of you?” Orion Russo asked.

Freya shook her head, “No need. You go ahead; there are nurses here, and I can leave the hospital after I finish the glucose.”

Orion said, “Alright, I’ll leave first.”

Freya gave a soft acknowledgment. After finishing breakfast, not long after, a nurse came to give her an intravenous drip. It was only finished by noon. Orion Russo had arranged for her to stay in the overnight ward. She didn’t need to go through any formalities. Carrying some nutritional medicine, she prepared to leave the hospital.

Suddenly, someone blocked her way.

“Can we talk?”