The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 393

"I can share one of my birthday wishes with you this year."

Victoria lowered her gaze, looking at the fireworks that continued to light up the sky. The noise was considerable, and lights started to flick on in the surrounding buildings as residents were woken up.

Not everyone loves fireworks, especially late at night.

In the eyes of those who appreciated them, it was romantic. To those who didn't, it was a public nuisance.

She really didn't want to deal with angry neighbors coming to her door, so she did as he said, closed her eyes, and made a wish. "I'm done. Elias, make the fireworks stop."

Elias sent a quick text to Hawk, then asked, "What did you wish for?"

Victoria pressed her lips together, her eyes flickering.

Her wish… was that after Garnett's surgery, she and Elias would have nothing more to do with each other.

"It won't come true if I say it out loud."

The fireworks finally stopped, and the surroundings fell silent once more.

Elias didn't respond for a long time. If it weren't for the faint static on the line, Victoria would have thought he'd hung up.

After a full five minutes, Victoria began to feel the chill. Wanting to break the stalemate, she said, "Elias, I'm tir—"

"Open the door."

They had spoken at the same time.

Victoria was stunned. She turned to look back into her apartment, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her phone. "You're… at my door?"

A deep "Mhm" came from the man.

Thump!

Victoria felt as if a stone had been dropped into her heart.

Elias repeated himself, his tone leaving no room for refusal. "Victoria, open the door."

Just twenty minutes ago, she was sending him a perfectly timed birthday wish, promising she would always be there. Now, all he was asking for was a meal, and she was making all sorts of excuses?

How could she be so hot and cold?

A flicker of displeasure crossed his face as he took a long stride forward. "Victoria, am I not being clear enough?"

The man’s powerful, intimidating presence suddenly closed in. Victoria instinctively took two steps back, her breath catching. Her hand on the doorknob tightened.

"I've been at the hospital a lot lately, there's not much food in the house…"

Her mind raced, searching for any plausible excuse to refuse him.

But before she could finish, Elias cut her off in a low voice. "Pasta are fine. I'm not as picky as you think."

Pasta?

Her heart sank. She followed his gaze and looked back. The bowl of Pasta she'd made when she woke up was still sitting on the dining table, untouched.