You Are My Mr Right

Even if she wasn’t sober, she was scared into sobriety.

Freya cautiously looked at him and asked again, “When did you come back?”

Asking the same question twice, she was probably not fully sober.

“Let’s go back first.” Elijah’s tone was indifferent.

Freya wasn’t sure if he was still angry with her. She rubbed her face hard and hesitated, “Um…”

“Talk to me when you’re sober.” Elijah interrupted her.

She kept her mouth shut.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

That was fine.

Anyway, she wasn’t feeling well right now. Even though she was a bit more awake now, her stomach still felt uncomfortable.

Freya leaned back in the seat. The car drove steadily. She was overwhelmed by drowsiness and fatigue, her eyelids heavy, slowly closing her eyes. Elijah looked her up and down. Her clothes were wrinkled. And she was still barefoot. His expression couldn’t help but darken. Her tired appearance made Elijah swallow the reprimanding words.

There weren’t many cars on the road at this time, and before long, they arrived at their place of residence. Freya didn’t move at all. She seemed to be asleep. Elijah let out a deep sigh, feeling angry at her, but now he couldn’t bear to ignore her. He opened the car door, got out, and came over to hold her.

Freya woke up passively, but she didn’t open her eyes, just feeling contented. Even though Elijah was angry, he still didn’t abandon her. Did he still care about her? He must be. Thinking like this, her mood relaxed, and she comfortably leaned against his shoulder and fell back asleep.

Elijah carried her into the room. He complained about her being dirty while wetting a towel to wipe her body. Freya lay comfortably, feeling at ease. When she was half-asleep, she felt someone holding her. A faint scent of shower gel tickled her nose, smelling so good. She nuzzled closer to his embrace.

She heard a deep voice by her ear, “Missed me?”

Yes, she did. She missed him desperately. She turned over, pressing against his chest and said, “Yes, I miss you, very much.”

She felt herself being hugged tightly. A faint smile appeared on her lips, warm and gentle.

…

That night, Freya slept soundly. It was because he was there with her. She woke up first in the morning. Her clothes had been taken off by Elijah, and he had wiped her body for her. However, Freya still felt a bit uncomfortable from the alcohol, so she took a hot bath. She felt refreshed afterward.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw that Elijah was awake. He was casually leaning against the headboard, with a lazy posture. The silver-gray silk robe he wore was slightly open at the collar, and his hair was a bit messy. But it didn’t affect his good looks; instead, it added a hint of wildness, especially his solid chest, which exuded a captivating strength.

“Come here,” he said, lifting his gaze.

Freya paused for a moment, then walked over with small steps, smiling as she asked, “You’re awake?”

Elijah stared at her expressionlessly. It seemed like last night, the man who held her wasn’t him. Last night, he clearly wasn’t angry anymore. Why did he change his mind overnight? Could it be that fickleness wasn’t exclusive to women, but also to men? Freya silently pondered in her heart.

“I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me.” Said she. Freya thought, in any case, apologizing first was the right thing to do. Once his anger subsided, everything would be fine.

“Why you’re sorry?” asked he.

“I shouldn’t have been too focused on work and neglected you. I should have gone abroad with you.”

“What else?” Although Elijah was also angry with her attitude, he was more infuriated by the fact that she was drunk and staying in the same room as Ronan Vega.

Did she think she could pass it off?

Impossible!