You Are My Mr Right

Elijah walked away without hesitation. Behind him, Elara Montague wailed in distress. Xander was puzzled. Elijah wasn’t usually such a heartless person, especially towards someone who had saved his life. He couldn’t quite understand and asked, “Mr Silverton?”

Elijah’s hand, which was about to open the car door, paused. “Go tell Arwen that I won’t intervene in her son’s affairs.”

His earlier indifference was a moment of contemplation. He considered that this might be a staged performance, a play orchestrated by Arwen and Elara. And indeed, it was a staged act. Although Arwen had assured Elara that she wouldn’t harm her, all those sweet words were just her manipulation. Arwen knew that Elijah wouldn’t be fooled by a mere act. So, Elara Montague, by agreeing to play her part in this act, had willingly sacrificed herself.

Xander lowered his head. He quickly returned. It seemed he was a bit too late. Elara Montague’s voice sounded miserable. But he conveyed the message nonetheless.

Arwen smiled, seemingly anticipating their arrival. “Why did it take you so long?”

She walked towards the scene, and Elara Montague, upon seeing her, shouted, “You ruined me!”

Arwen was, of course, trying to save her son. She approached Elara and whispered, “If I don’t do this, how would Elijah show mercy?”

Elara glared at her fiercely. “You think I’m a fool? I’ve ended up like this, do you think he will like me?”

“No, no. You just need to be smart enough to make him feel guilty. Remember, you saved his life, and you ended up like this because he didn’t rescue you in time. As long as you show vulnerability, play the victim, you can stay by his side. Whether you can capture his heart depends on your skills,” Arwen manipulated her, softening her stance.

Surprisingly, Elara Montague believed her words. “Really?”

“Of course, why would I deceive you? As long as you follow my instructions, I can help you win him over,” Arwen continued to coax. “Have you heard that my husband has an affair?”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Elara shook her head, “No.”

“So, you have to trust me. I will teach you how to capture a man.” Arwen helped her up. “Remember, don’t say anything in front of Elijah. Just cry.”

Arwen thought Elara was naive. Speaking in front of Elijah would surely reveal her true intentions. Arwen was quite intelligent; otherwise, she wouldn’t have planned multiple attempts to assassinate Elijah.

Elara nodded, “I’ll follow your lead, but you must ensure that I can have Elijah.”

“I promise,” Arwen said solemnly.

And Elara had unwavering faith in her.

“Remember, you must act pitiful in front of Elijah, preferably on the verge of despair,” Arwen Silverton advised.

Elara nodded.

“Remember,” Arwen emphasized.

Elara assured her she would, and only then did Arwen hand her over to Xander.

Xander stood still, aware that Elara Montague was a victim, feeling a sense of disgust toward her. In a calm tone, he said, “Come with me.”

Elara hugged herself, her clothes disheveled, exposing her shoulders. Her hair was messy, tear streaks on her face, and her eyes were swollen and red, looking utterly miserable.

“Mr Silverton,” Xander brought her over.

Elijah didn’t look over, only instructing, “Have her get in the car in the back.”

“Yes.”

Xander went to make arrangements.

Elara listened to Arwen’s words in silence, tears streaming down her face. She wept pitifully.

Xander instructed someone to fetch a garment and draped it over Elara. Once she was settled, Xander approached, asking, “Mr Silverton, what do you plan to do about this?”

He believed that this was the perfect opportunity. Arwen Silverton was right there. If she died, it would be a deserved punishment, considering her intentions to kill Elijah and the numerous attempted assassinations she had orchestrated. A person as malicious as her deserved to die, and with the people they had brought along, it would be a simple matter. Arwen’s few followers were no match for them.

Elijah certainly wanted Arwen Silverton dead, but he wasn’t one to act impulsively.

“Killing her would only dirty our hands.” Elijah pondered.

“Let’s go,” he concluded.

Xander remained silent, starting the car and driving away.

Later, they took Elara to the hospital, even though she had no visible injuries, considering what she had experienced. It was necessary to have her checked nonetheless and to offer her comfort.

Elijah had been cold and distant towards her before. Suddenly, he was treating her with kindness, and she was taken aback by it. Elara sat on the hospital bed, completely forgetting Arwen’s words of caution. Although she was feigning vulnerability, it was the kind that would genuinely make people feel sorry for her.

“I can’t face anyone anymore, ever again,” she sobbed.

Elijah’s expression remained impassive. “What a shame.”

Elara Montague looked up, perplexed. “Wha… what a shame?”

“You’re so beautiful. You could have married a good man, but now, in your present state, what man would want you?” Elijah’s gaze pretended to casually assess her from head to toe. “Don’t tell me you think I would be interested in a tarnished woman?”

Something shattered.

The dream Arwen had painted for her shattered in an instant.

Indeed, what man would love a woman who had lost her innocence?

Even if Elijah felt sorry for her, he definitely wouldn’t love her, would he?

“I saved you purely out of gratitude for saving me. Now that we’re even, I don’t want you to bring up this matter again,” Elijah called for Xander. “Give her some money so she can have a good life.”

“I don’t want it.” Elara suddenly got off the bed and grabbed Elijah’s arm. “I don’t want money. I want you.”

Elijah’s face grew cold, and he forcefully shook her off. “Filthy.”

He truly despised her.

Elara nearly stumbled from being pushed away. Elijah’s actions were harsh, but he couldn’t help it. He felt repulsed. Whether she was truly innocent or whether she had conspired with Arwen Silverton, he couldn’t find any pity for Elara Montague. She had left an indelible mark on him, one he couldn’t forget. But now, standing in front of him, he felt nothing.

“Do you want revenge because of what Arwen Silverton did to you?” Elijah asked.

Elara snapped out of her endless despair.

She remained silent.

She had cooperated with Arwen Silverton, so what revenge could she seek?

With a single glance, Elijah saw through her thoughts.

Was she truly acting alongside Arwen Silverton?

To the point where she no longer cared about her own innocence?

There was no denying that Arwen Silverton was cunning and skilled at manipulating others.

“You collaborated with her, and she saved her son. What did you gain?” Elijah questioned her.

Elara thought carefully but realized she had gained nothing. In fact, it only made Elijah dislike her more, as evidenced by his earlier dismissal. One can only despise someone from the bottom of their heart to be so averse to their touch, right?

“What did I gain?” she asked herself. “I’ve lost everything.”

She could have relied on her looks and innocence…

But now, what did she have left?

This collaboration had brought her nothing. She had lost the most important thing. She couldn’t have Elijah anymore.

“She has left you with nothing. If you want revenge, I can help you. If you don’t, take the money and live somewhere where nobody knows you,” Elijah said.

After speaking, Elijah walked out of the hospital room.

Elara hesitated for a moment, contemplating her options, then rushed forward, grabbing Elijah’s clothes. “I want revenge!”