You Are My Mr Right

In the morning, Freya woke up to find Elijah’s face just inches away from hers. She widened her eyes and exclaimed, “Elijah?!”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Although surprised, her voice was weak due to her lack of strength, and it didn’t wake Elijah. He had only fallen asleep close to morning, so he was in a deep sleep.

Freya noticed that the ropes binding her had been removed, and she was only wearing her underwear.

Did he undress her?

In her mind, she cursed him silently, “Bastard!”

What was the point of capturing her? Did he have nothing better to do?

She wanted to resist, but she didn’t have the strength at the moment. Taking advantage of his unguarded state, she decided to do something beneficial for herself.

Quietly, she lifted the blanket and got out of bed. To avoid waking Elijah, she breathed lightly. Barefoot, she walked around the room but found nothing suitable to cover herself with except Elijah’s shirt, which she put on.

Seeing water and pastries on the table, she almost pounced on them. She removed the lid from the water jug and drank directly from it, satisfied after consuming half of it. Setting the jug down, she stared at the pastries on the table for several seconds. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she picked up a pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

Previously, she was afraid of poisoning when she didn’t know who had kidnapped her. But now, knowing it was Elijah, she felt surprisingly at ease. Despite his bad temper and mistreatment of her, he wouldn’t kill her.

She devoured the food, not controlling herself, and ended up with a stomachache.

“Full now?” A magnetic voice echoed from above.

Freya looked up to see the man standing beside her.

“Elijah? What is your evil heart planning? Starving me, what benefit do you get?”

Despite her intention to scold, her weakened state affected the force of her words.

Elijah reached out and grabbed her chin. Freya had to lift her head significantly, and the position was uncomfortable. She struggled to speak, “Elijah, let me go!”

As she spoke, she tried to push him away.

“Elijah, what do you want?”

He leaned in, their faces inches apart. Their breaths intertwined.

“You want to get married, did you get my permission?” His voice was low and commanding, suppressing any hint of weakness.

Perhaps only Freya Stone could influence him like this, making him helpless and frustrated.

Freya thought he was crazy. He was with Elara Montague, so why couldn’t she marry someone else?

“I’m divorced from you. I can marry whoever I want. What’s it to you?”

Elijah suppressed his temper. “You’re sharp-tongued.”

Freya tugged at her lips. “Even if I’m sharp-tongued, it’s nothing compared to you, Mr Silverton. What do you want by grabbing me? Are you trying to imprison me?”

“Mr Silverton?” Elijah’s eyes narrowed, and his tone became as low and oppressive as an impending storm, sweeping in with a suffocating darkness.

He didn’t like that title.

Not at all!

“Don’t call me that way. Call me by my first name.” He commanded.

“I won’t…” Freya’s refusal was cut off as Elijah kissed her, silencing her protesting lips.

She resisted, biting down tightly to prevent him from further possession. Elijah lowered his gaze, while Freya defiantly stared at him.

“Don’t want me to kiss you? Then who do you want to kiss?” he sneered. “Ronan Vega?”

Freya hesitated for a moment, clearly not him, but against her true feelings, she said, “Yes.”

Elijah’s face darkened. “You wish!”

Before she could protest, he kissed her, covering her lips. She resisted, clenching her teeth to prevent further intrusion. Elijah bit her lip, causing her to wince in pain. Trying to humiliate her, Freya reluctantly played along, surprising Elijah. However, after a moment, she bit his lip harder than he did. Elijah didn’t resist, and even his brows didn’t furrow. He endured her outburst. Freya might have bitten him. The metallic taste of blood filled the air. Elijah endured it, and Freya found it boring. Finally, she released him.

“Feeling sorry for me?” he asked.

Freya mocked, “Dream on!”

“If you behave, I might consider letting you go. But you’re just too uncooperative.”

He stood up straight.

“What do you mean? Are you planning to keep me locked up here?”

“You’re too disobedient,” he said simply.

Freya became unsettled. She couldn’t let him keep her here, and how long did he intend to keep her confined?

No, she wouldn’t allow it.

And she couldn’t.

She stood up, ready to run.

Elijah hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Through the thin fabric, she could feel his scorching body temperature, as if it could burn her.

She struggled, fists flying, “Let go of me!”

Elijah grabbed her hands to prevent her from hurting herself.

“I can’t let you go,” Elijah said as he carried her back to the bed, taking a soft rope from the bedside table to tie her hands and feet.

Freya’s pupils contracted, and she shook her head forcefully. “I don’t want to be tied up!”

“You’re too clever. I’m afraid the guards outside won’t be able to hold you. Freya, I can’t allow you to marry Ronan Vega.”

Freya, her eyes filled with tears of anger, exclaimed, “Elijah, I hate you!”

Elijah’s body stiffened, and he forced a smile. “Hate me if you want. I won’t give you the chance to escape from my grasp.”

“Elijah!” she shouted in anger. “Don’t push it too far. Aren’t you afraid of retribution?”

Elijah stared at her for a long moment.

“I’ve already received my retribution. What other punishment could be more painful?”

He laughed twice, and a faint mistiness shrouded his eyes.

Freya watched him, stunned. Although angry, her emotions softened a bit under the gaze. Her voice became calmer, “When will you release me?”

Elijah replied, “It depends on your behavior.”

Elijah’s phone, placed on the bedside table, vibrated. He picked it up and answered. Xander’s anxious voice came from the other end, “Something’s wrong.”

“What happened?” Elijah inquired.