You Are My Mr Right

She frowned because the signature above was Ronan Vega. Ronan Vega was actually hosting an art exhibition. Hosting an exhibition was one thing, but he also deliberately handed her an invitation.

What did he mean?

What did he want?

She couldn’t quite figure it out.

“What are you thinking?” Elijah pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing what Freya Stone was holding, he reached for it. “What’s this?”

Freya didn’t conceal it, “It was sent by Ronan Vega.”

As soon as Elijah heard the name, his expression changed instantly. Furrowing his brows, he opened the invitation and, after reading it, asked, “Do you want to go?”

Freya originally didn’t want to go. After all, her relationship with Ronan Vega was not that good. But then, just to disgust Elijah and make him agree to divorce quickly, she deliberately said, “I want to go.”

Elijah tightly pursed his lips. He didn’t know what Freya was thinking, but he definitely didn’t want her to go. After all, Ronan Vega had expressed a desire to possess her more than once. This art exhibition seemed to be directed at her. Although Ronan Vega graduated from a prestigious university and wasn’t a brute, he seemed like an outsider in the art world. Elijah felt that Ronan Vega’s organizing this art exhibition had a purpose.

“You’re in confinement, it’s better to rest properly.” Elijah tried to dissuade.

But Freya had made up her mind, “I want to go.”

The more Elijah didn’t want her to do something, the more she insisted on doing it. It was deliberately going against him. If he headed south, she would go north.

Elijah silently stared at her.

Freya averted her gaze, resolute, “I must go.”

“Fine,” Elijah seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said, “I’ll accompany you. I won’t feel at ease letting you go alone.”

“You’re so busy, go about your business. I’ll have Linda accompany me. You can rest assured; this time I won’t run away unless you agree to divorce me. I won’t leave.” She understood that if Elijah didn’t agree to divorce, even if she ran away, she wouldn’t live peacefully. Besides, with her legs broken by Elijah, she couldn’t escape anyway. There was no need for him to watch her like this. For a peaceful future, Elijah had to let her go willingly.

She thought Elijah had issues in his mind. He wasn’t satisfied with this marriage from the beginning. Why was he now holding onto it?

“Now that I’m your husband, I have to fulfill my husband’s duties,” Elijah said confidently.

As long as there was a marriage certificate, Freya Stone couldn’t refuse.

Freya moved her lips but couldn’t find words to retort.

So, with the doctor’s approval, Freya headed for Ronan Vega’s art exhibition. Considering that she was still in confinement, she needed to keep warm. Wearing warm clothes and a hat, she had a nurse push her wheelchair over.

Her legs were still in casts, making walking impossible. She had to rely on crutches or a wheelchair. But considering her current condition, a wheelchair was the only option.

Elijah lifted her up. She was startled, blinked her clear and bright eyes, and her eyelashes flickered twice. “What are you doing? There’s a wheelchair…”

“I’ll have the driver put the wheelchair in the car,” Elijah completely ignored her unwillingness. He just wanted to carry her. If she resisted, he deliberately loosened his grip a bit. Freya thought he couldn’t hold her and was about to fall, so she grabbed his neck with both hands, frightened, “You’re not strong, don’t pretend to be. If you drop me, my legs will be ruined.”

Elijah liked the feeling of her actively holding onto him. He succeeded and smiled. Lowering his eyelids, he said, “Do you know if I’m strong or not?”

Freya was confused.

“How could I know if you’re strong?” She thought Elijah was neurotic!

Meaningful, Elijah said, “You know.”

Freya didn’t understand the meaning behind his words. She treated them as non-coincidental words.

Outside the hospital, Elijah was afraid Freya would catch a cold, so he held her a bit tighter. Opening the car door, he gently placed Freya in the car and covered her legs with a thin blanket.

Freya looked up and saw his serious and caring expression. A subtle fluctuation surged in her heart. But that quickly dismissed. A man who could push her down the stairs, indifferent to her life, could he be good to her?

She didn’t believe it.

Her expression returned to indifference.

Elijah asked her, “Feeling cold?”

“No,” Freya replied succinctly. It seemed she didn’t want to say more than necessary.

Seeing her icy tone, Elijah felt a bit disappointed, but more than that, he was accommodating and understanding. She had lost her child, was in confinement, and he had pushed her down the stairs; he understood her resentment. He was willing to spend more time to warm her heart.

He got into the car from the other side.

…

The car arrived at the venue. The driver parked the car, got out, and took the wheelchair from the trunk. Elijah got out first, carried Freya out of the car, placed her in the wheelchair, and covered her legs with a thin blanket.

Freya Stone looked up and saw Ronan Vega had chosen a great location – the old city gate of Urbora City, a protected historic building, well-preserved, exuding a strong sense of history.

Elijah pushed her in.

Many cars were parked at the entrance.

Ronan Vega had invited quite a few people today.

Soon they entered the exhibition hall. Seeing the paintings hanging on the wall, Freya was momentarily stunned. It seemed like she suddenly understood why Ronan Vega wanted to organize an art exhibition.

Previously, she had opened an art studio in Stratos City, which was later closed by Ronan Vega, erasing all traces to prevent Elijah from finding out. There were many paintings she had created inside.

Did he organize this exhibition intentionally to disgust Elijah?

Thinking of this, she raised her eyebrows. If Elijah divorced her because of this, it would save her a lot of trouble.

“Mr Silverton.” Ronan Vega saw them approaching, ended his conversation with others, and walked over. “You’re here too. I don’t think I gave you an invitation, did I?”

He knew Elijah would definitely come. He said it deliberately.

Elijah glanced at him indifferently and said, “We’re a couple, giving it to her is the same as giving it to me.”

Especially emphasizing the words ‘couple,’ biting each word, the tone clear. He Intentionally emphasized that they were a couple.

Ronan Vega didn’t gain any advantage! He was unpleasant in his heart but he didn’t show it on his face. However, he wasn’t angry; the real show was yet to come.

“Mr Silverton, you seem to be in a good mood. Why bother with a secret marriage after getting married? Does Freya displease you so much that you think your marriage must be kept under wraps?” Ronan Vega provoked.

Elijah showed no expression, but his gaze gently lowered, falling on Freya. Few people knew about their secret marriage. Ronan Vega couldn’t possibly know. Even though Elijah had just mentioned that he and Freya were a couple, Ronan Vega couldn’t have known about their secret marriage.

Seeing Elijah’s thoughts, Ronan Vega proudly said, “Freya told me.”

Elijah’s heart sank.

Freya told him about this?

He felt very uncomfortable.

Ronan Vega smiled and shifted his gaze to Freya, “Are you okay?”

Freya nodded.

“Let’s go. You must be familiar with the paintings unveiled today, right?” He smiled.

Freya didn’t answer directly, saying, “We’re here to see the exhibition.”

The implicit meaning: don’t block our way. If you have any tricks, use them quickly. Don’t waste your breath here.

“Let’s go. The good paintings are inside.” Ronan Vega appeared warm-hearted, leading the way.

In the large exhibition hall, the paintings on the front wall were covered with red cloth.

Freya suddenly remembered a painting she had done before, her gaze involuntarily shifted towards Ronan Vega.

Ronan smiled, “You haven’t forgotten, have you? The time you spent at my place?”

After saying that, his gaze turned to Elijah, smiling almost triumphantly, “Mr Silverton, this is a painting that I adore to the bone. When it’s unveiled later, you must savor it slowly!”