You Are My Mr Right

Elijah swung open the door to the ward, finding Freya lying on the bed with one leg still in a cast. He furrowed his brow. “What are you doing?”

Before the words fully escaped his lips, he was already at her side, assisting her. Suppressing his anger, he asked, “With your leg like this, do you still want to run?”

Freya gently shook her head. Even if her leg were fine, she lacked the strength to run. Her chest ached from engorged milk.

“I’m just thirsty.”

Elijah noticed her cracked and bloody lips. Lowering his gaze, he spoke gently, “I’ll get you some.”

As she lay back down, gazing at the ceiling, Freya asked weakly, “Elijah, why won’t you let me go?”

Elijah’s pouring hand halted. He had feelings for her, he knew that. But restrained by her past, he hesitated to admit his emotions openly. Now, knowing she was the woman from that night, everything had changed. There was no need to conceal his feelings anymore.

He brought her water, sat by the bed, and helped her up. Elijah held her in his arms and fed her water.

Freya opened her mouth, sipping the contents of the cup, gradually draining it.

“Want more?” Elijah inquired.

Freya shook her head; she was exhausted.

Elijah didn’t let her go and he kept her in his arms; the feeling was reminiscent of that night. A familiar aura emanated from Freya, and Elijah finally understood-it was her, the woman who made him lose control.

Freya closed her eyes as if pretending to sleep, planning to borrow a nurse’s phone to contact Elowen Noir when Elijah left. But Elijah didn’t leave.

Gradually, she drifted into actual sleep.

When she woke, Elijah remained.

She feigned closing her eyes again.

“Time to eat something,” Elijah stood by the bed.

Freya opened her eyes, looking at him, unable to fathom his intentions.

Was tormenting her enjoyable?

She sat up slowly, and Elijah reached out to assist.

“What’s on your mind?” Freya’s tone was cold.

Elijah didn’t explain. After all, he had pushed her down. She saw him as the villain, and it was reasonable for her to think so.

“You left without my consent. Shouldn’t I be angry?” Elijah towered over her.

He didn’t reveal that he was the man from that night. She had tried to save the child, but due to his subordinates’ negligence, she was injured, and the child was lost. She must harbor resentment towards him.

“You don’t want this marriage either…”

“I remember you said you and my grandfather signed a contract. I hope you can be a trustworthy person.” Elijah interrupted her, ignoring her rejection, putting clothes on her, and bringing the food over.

The food was prepared by Linda at home and delivered here. Linda stood on the side, sensing Freya’s attitude had become colder.

“Mr Silverton has never treated anyone this well. Madam, don’t be emotional.” Linda said.

Speaking of the contract, Freya suddenly felt deflated like a punctured balloon. She signed the contract. Going against the agreement was her breach of trust. But in the current situation, sticking to this commitment was immoral. She had given birth to another man’s child. Maintaining a marital relationship with Elijah seemed unfair to him, right?

In order to recover quickly and resolve the current dilemma, she reached for the bowl in Elijah’s hand. “Give it to me.”

Elijah didn’t hand it over; instead, he said, “I’ll feed you.”

Freya raised an eyebrow, puzzled. Did he take the wrong medicine? It would make sense if he were being grumpy, but facing his tenderness left Freya unsure how to respond.

“Um…” Freya glanced at him sneakily. “Did your conscience kick in?”

Was this a slap in the face followed by a sweet treat?

Elijah glanced at her legs and explained, “I was angry at that time.”

That was why he pushed her.

Freya’s eyelid twitched. So, he could risk her life by pushing her off a balcony?

“What if I had died?”

“You wouldn’t have died. At that height, at most, you’d be disabled,” Elijah scooped up some porridge, tested the temperature on his lips, and then offered it to her.

Freya wasn’t used to this side of him.

“Aren’t you poisoning the food?” Not that she was paranoid, but Elijah’s attitude was just too unpredictable.

Elijah looked at her for a few seconds. Did she consider him such an irredeemable villain?

“I still need to keep you around, torture you a bit. I can’t bear to let you die yet.” He feigned fierceness.

This was more like him.

Freya opened her mouth and ate the porridge he fed her, Elijah showing remarkable patience, spoon-feeding her the entire bowl.

Linda had also prepared some chicken soup, but Elijah tried to serve her some. She waved it off, “I’m full.”

She feared eating too much, as it might lead to more painful engorgement. Elijah poured her a glass of water. Freya took a couple of sips and prepared to lie down. Elijah assisted her, accidentally brushing against her chest, making her gasp in pain.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Covering herself with the blanket, Freya, with only her head exposed, said faintly, “Nothing.”

However, Elijah noticed when she leaned against him, her chest was quite firm, and her clothes were wet. He didn’t fully understand, but he got the idea. She had just given birth, hence the breast milk.

“Need me to call a doctor for you?” Elijah asked.

“No,” Freya, being a doctor herself, knew the discomfort would pass after a few days. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke up, “Can I borrow your phone to make a call?”

Elijah didn’t refuse and handed her the phone, saying, “No password.”

Avoiding Elijah’s gaze, Freya didn’t let him see as she dialed the number.

The call connected quickly. “It’s me,” she said in a low voice.

“Rest assured, your mother is with me. I’ll take care of them.” Luna Ann reassured her.

Freya had sent Elowen Noir to find Luna Ann, thinking that with Luna’s help, Elowen wouldn’t have to wander in an unfamiliar city.

“Thank you, Luna,” Freya said sincerely.

Before she could finish her sentence, Orion Russo walked in. Seemingly having heard Freya’s previous words, he asked, “Do you have contact with Luna?”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Freya hadn’t expected Orion Russo to show up suddenly. She tightened her grip on the phone, explaining, “You heard wrong.”

Then, to Luna Ann, she said, “I’ll hang up now.”

She ended the call, deleted the call record, and returned the phone to Elijah.

Orion Russo, having clearly heard her say that name, questioned, “Freya, how am I to you?” he asked.

Freya sincerely replied, “Very good.”

“If it’s so good, then honestly tell me, do you know where Luna Ann is?” he pressed.

Freya had promised Luna not to reveal anything that could cause trouble for her. “Orion, I… really don’t know,” Freya lowered her eyes, avoiding eye contact with Orion Russo because of guilt.

For the first time, Orion was angry with Freya. He knew she wasn’t telling the truth because she avoided eye contact, a clear sign of lying.

“Freya…”

Orion Russo wanted to ask more questions, but Elijah interrupted him, “She needs to rest.”