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Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom novel Chapter 500

Living room.

Rita burrowed into Mike's arms, whining, "Elijah didn't show up. We waited for him for ages... My mom had to call him to find out he wasn't coming... She took us to eat somewhere else."

Mike wrapped Rita tightly in his arms, patting her back gently. "Sweetie, don't be mad. It's all his fault! From now on, we won't dine with him anymore."

Tears welled up in Rita's eyes. "I'll never eat with him again! I won't let my mom eat with him either!"

"Good! Sweetheart, stop crying. If your mom saw you this sad, it'd break her heart," Mike said, while in his mind, he was cursing Elijah up and down!

It was Children's Day, and other kids were having a blast, but his two little angels were at home, heartbroken. That jerk!

Elijah thought it was just about breaking a date, but he had no idea, he hurt two little hearts.

Mike wanted to take them out to distract them, but they both shook their heads.

After playing with them for a while, Mike took them to take a bath. Usually, Rita was the last one to go to bed, but tonight, after her bath, she climbed into bed and covered herself with her blanket.

Mike turned off the lights for them and left their room. He glanced at Violette's bedroom; she should still be awake.

He wanted to comfort her. After all, she was pregnant now, not like other people. What if she did something stupid?

He walked to her door, knocked lightly, and pushed it open. The room was pitch black.

The hallway light shone in, and he could see her lying on her side of the bed, seemingly asleep. She usually didn't go to bed this early, but even if she was pretending, he didn't want to disturb her.

He closed her door and went back to his own room. Joey had sent him several messages, asking about Violette's situation. Reading these messages, Mike felt annoyed. [Is your boss asking you to do this? Is he even a man? Why doesn't he come to see her himself?]

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