Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom novel 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.