You Are My Mr Right

As Elara noticed Elijah’s gaze, her smile on the face became even more radiant.

Elijah left directly. On his way, he received a call from his grandfather.

“Elijah, I heard that Elara applied for a job in the company. Maybe she was fired for incompetence. Considering she just graduated and has no work experience, can you arrange a position for her in the company?”

“Grandfather, did you bring her here?” Elijah asked.

Although they thought they played it well, Elijah still found out. Elara Montague’s appearance was so coincidental that Elijah had to think more about it.

“What are you saying, Elijah? I have no idea,” Jack tried to cover up.

“Grandfather, do I look stupid? Last time, you asked me to divorce Freya. Now, a woman appears in the house. Grandfather, aren’t you intentionally trying to matchmake me with her?” Elijah’s tone turned cold.

Jack thought his plan was flawless. He couldn’t help but sigh. Being too smart wasn’t always a good thing.

“Well…” The old man tried to explain. But he couldn’t find a reasonable explanation other than saying, “I did it for your own good.”

What else could he say?

In the end, he could only sigh.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’ll have Xander arrange a job for her. Grandfather, don’t do this kind of thing again.” Elijah said, his patience reaching its limit since Jack had interfered in his private matters too much.

“Alright, I won’t do it again. Although I did want to match you with Elara, I really wanted you to find a job for her. She has been living abroad with her grandfather since she was little. Her parents are gone, just like you, both of you lost…” He didn’t finish the sentence, realizing he said too much. Changing the topic in time, he said, “I’m just confused.”

Elijah remained calm, saying, “It’s fine, I’m hanging up now.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone. His inner turmoil was not calm at all.

The car entered the yard, and he handed the car keys to the driver. He walked into the house with large strides. The living room was empty, and he asked, “Is Freya not here?”

Linda said, “She’s in her room, I guess.”

Elijah made a light sound of acknowledgment and walked upstairs. Passing by Frey’s room, he stopped for a moment. He raised his hand to knock on the door, almost touching the door panel, but he put his hand down. In the end, he didn’t knock on her door and walked towards his own room.

In the room, Freya held a book in her hands, but couldn’t concentrate on reading. She felt unusually restless. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She decided to put the book down, put on slippers, and ran downstairs.

Linda rarely saw Freya so agitated. Today, she was clearly in a bad mood.

“Madam, what’s wrong with you today? You seem absent-minded, and your appetite was not good during dinner.”

Freya scratched her head and asked, “Do I?”

Linda smiled, “Yes, did you lose your appetite because Mr Silverton is not here? You seem to be indifferent during meals.”

Freya inexplicably blushed.

“I… I don’t, how could I lose my appetite because of him?” Freya denied vehemently, trying to dispel Linda’s words as baseless.

Linda laughed, waving her hand, “If you say you didn’t, then you didn’t. But whether you did or not, only you know in your heart.”

Freya was stunned.

Was she so restless today because of Elijah?

Could he already affect her mood?

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

She refused to admit it. But the facts were in front of her. She was indeed so unsettled because of Elijah. How could she have feelings for a man who had hurt her, indirectly causing her to lose a child?

She shook her head vigorously, trying to remove Elijah from her mind. But the more she tried to get rid of something, the more she thought about it.

At that moment, Linda said, “By the way, madam, Mr Silverton has already come back. He just went upstairs. Didn’t he come looking for you?”

Freya’s movements stopped, and she turned to look at Linda. “Elijah is back?”

Linda nodded.

Freya seemed nonchalant, went upstairs, lost in thought. She seemed to hesitate about whether to go see Elijah. However, impulsiveness triumphed over reason, and she decided to go to Elijah’s room.

The door wasn’t closed properly, a small gap was visible. Freya gently pushed it open a bit more. The light in the room was very bright, almost dazzling when she first opened the door. She squinted her eyes and, after adapting to the light, saw Elijah standing in the room. He seemed to be looking at something.

Freya pushed the door a bit more, and when she saw clearly, she found that he was looking at that painting. The one he bought from Ronan Vega, the portrait of her pregnant. She took a step forward and asked softly, “Why would you be willing to spend so much money to buy the painting?”

Elijah sensed someone when Freya pushed the door. Still, he didn’t turn around to look at her. His gaze was still fixed on the painting. Because this woman, perhaps only when she was asleep, or in a painting-like state, would be quiet and stay obediently by his side.

“Because it’s you,” he said.

Freya’s breath halted, and her heart followed with a thud. It wasn’t a romantic confession, but it was better than one. She had to admit that this man had a place in her heart. Almost involuntarily, she walked over and hugged his lean waist from behind. Maybe it was because his back seemed too lonely at the moment, or maybe it was because of emotions that acted without her control.

Anyway, she did it. Even she found it unbelievable. When she wanted to withdraw her hands, Elijah held her hands, not allowing her to leave. His voice was low, “I like you like this.”

Freya gently lowered her eyes, her cheeks blushing. She shyly struggled to pull her hands away, “Like me being proactive, huh?”

Elijah turned around, “Why can’t you just be obedient?”

Freya bit her lip, “I’m not a child. Why should I listen to you?”

Elijah frowned; this woman could easily make people angry.

“Freya.”

“Hmm?” The moment she raised her head, Elijah bent down, and his lips met hers.

She held her breath, closing her eyes when she felt the warm and soft touch of Elijah’s lips. Elijah naturally pulled her into his arms. His kisses always carried a possessive nature, easily making her indulge in them. Freya thought that she would lose herself in Elijah, probably because this man was too good at stirring a woman’s heart.

“Don’t run away anymore, okay?” In the muffled voice, Freya heard his tone, low and with a hint of pleading.

He was such a high and mighty man yet he was saying such humble words at the moment. If Freya wasn’t moved, that would be deceiving herself.

“I didn’t plan to run. Yolanda wants to take over my father’s property and tried to harm me…”