Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 98

"Violette! Have you forgotten whose wife you are?" He grabbed her struggling hands, pinning them

above her head, "Stay away from Derek, don’t push your luck with me!"

It had been a while since she’d seen him so pissed off and unhinged.

He looked so weak, yet terrifyingly strong.

She didn’t dare to fight back.

Because the more she resisted, the wilder he’d become.

For the sake of the baby in her belly, all she could do was lie still, let him vent his frustrations.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" His eyes bore into her small face intensely, and his big hands

gently rubbed her cheek.

"What do you want me to say? Just tell me what you want to hear." she said helplessly.

His anger instantly evaporated.

"Violette, did I really screw up that bad?" His voice was hoarse and gentle, his hand cradled the back of

her head.

His body felt hot

, and so did she.

"You didn’t screw up that bad," her eyes flickered, dropping the pretense yet remaining firm, "Elijah,

you’re great, everything about you is. But I want a peaceful life. Please, let me have it."

The hope in his eyes shattered, he didn’t want to hear her speak anymore.

His lips silenced her, smothering her protests.

...

Noon.

The bodyguard knocked on the door.

Albina let him in.

"Where’s Mr. Bourne?" The bodyguard’s eyes darted around the empty living room.

Albina pointed towards the bedroom door. "In there."

"I see..." The bodyguard was about to ask when he would come out, but realized the question was

pointless.

Nobody knew that but Elijah himself.

"I made lunch, do you want some? You can share with your colleague," Albina offered kindly.

The bodyguard walked up to the bedroom door, pressing his ear against it.

Silence.

"Sound doesn’t travel well here. If they were talking, we’d hear them. Maybe he’s asleep. He seemed

sick!" Albina suggested.

"The doctor told him to stay home, but he insisted on coming," the bodyguard muttered.

Albina nodded, "Don’t worry! He’ll be fine with us."

"Where’s Violette?" The bodyguard asked.

"She’s in there too," Albina said.

The bodyguard’s mind raced, "How long have they been in there?"

"Maybe an hour? I was out grocery shopping, not sure when they went in," Albina replied, heading for

the kitchen, "You guys aren’t eating? I’ll start then."

The bodyguard was hardly in the mood for food.

Their relationship was on the rocks, and Elijah was sickly weak. If Violette pulled him into a room, she

could easily kill him!

With that thought, the bodyguard flung the bedroom door open

, and was taken aback by what he witnessed.

Elijah was lying on the bed, eyes closed, not a stitch of clothing on him, completely motionless.

Violette stood at the bedside, clutching a blanket.

Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, so the expression on her face looked surprised.

"What did you do to Mr. Bourne?!" He rushed to the bed, reaching to check Elijah’s breath. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Violette was impressed by his imagination, "He’s not dead. Just asleep."

The bodyguard awkwardly withdrew his hand, giving Elijah another glance, "Why did you undress Mr.

Bourne? You’re relentless!"

Violette spread the blanket over Elijah.

"Don’t slander me! He undressed himself," she glared at the bodyguard, "If you don’t believe me, ask

him when he wakes up!"

The bodyguard just grunted, giving Violette a once-over.

She was wearing a summer nightgown.

From the skin exposed, he could guess what had happened.

"I’ll leave now! Take good care of him!" With that, he made a hasty exit.

Violette was left fuming.

She sat by the bed, glancing at Elijah.