Violette stared at his handsome but cold face, too angry to speak.
In the past, she would've been so pissed off at him that she'd be fuming mad, followed by a huge fight.
But now, because she was feeling under the weather, she didn't want to argue with him, let alone get physical.
If he insisted on staying in her room, she was powerless to stop him.
If he shamelessly insisted on staying in her room, she couldn't do anything to him.
Maybe because his words didn't anger her, he was very confused.
Were his words not direct enough?
Or had she already made some sort of deal with Kylee?
"Violette, no matter who you end up with in the future, I won't let you go. As long as I'm alive, don't even think about marrying someone else." He threatened again.
Listening to his threats, Violette felt nothing.
She no longer had plans to marry, so his threats were just empty words to her.
"Do you enjoy meddling in other people's affairs so much?" She looked into his eyes, mocking him.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across his eyes.
"If I end up with Kylee, and you keep pestering me, you'll be the third wheel." Violette continued when he remained silent.
Elijah was a man who could keep his cool, and he quickly adjusted his emotions.
He said, "So what if I'm the third wheel? I don't care."
See, he really didn't care about anything.
Violette pushed him away forcefully and sat down on the edge of the bed.
She took out skincare products from her bag.
In fact, since she found out she was pregnant, she hadn't used any skincare products.
The ones she previously used, she couldn't stand the smell after becoming pregnant, and the ingredients weren't suitable for pregnant women.
After stopping for a while, her skin started to peel due to dryness.
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