You Are My Mr Right

In Elijah’s calm pupils, there were clear waves of emotions. It seemed like he was anticipating what she was about to say. Just as Freya was about to say that it had nothing to do with him, she remembered the words Joan Nash wrote to her in the letter. In that moment, she found herself caught in a dilemma. Her lips trembled violently. “I, I’m sorry.”

She quickly lowered her head and said, “Please believe me, I didn’t mean to.”

After speaking, she ran out of the study as if escaping. She hid in the bathroom, pressing hard against her chest, trying to endure it. But her nose was still painfully tingling. Tears stubbornly streamed down her face. She covered her lips, afraid to make a sound, not wanting anyone to discover her distress. It took a while for her to compose herself.

During dinner, Freya sat opposite Elijah. She kept her head down, oblivious to the taste of the food. Elijah didn’t initiate any conversation. He just placed a cup of warm milk, prepared by Linda, in front of her and then left the dining room. Freya stared at the cup of milk, unable to snap out of her daze for a long time. Linda noticed Freya’s distraction and reminded her, “Drink the milk while it’s still warm, it’s better that way.”

Freya’s mind returned, and in that moment when she lowered her head, a glistening drop of tear fell into the cup, getting lost in the white liquid. She picked up the cup and drank the milk. When she returned to her room, she saw Elijah in Kai’s bedroom. She stood at the doorway, not going in, silently turning away. After taking a shower, she lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, devoid of any sleepiness. But when Elijah pushed open the bedroom door, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Perhaps she didn’t know how to face him. She was afraid of the awkwardness and the pain that would arise from seeing his calm gaze.

Freya decided to pretend to be asleep. She heard the sound of running water and felt his footsteps. The bed sank down beside her, indicating that he had laid down. In the past, whenever he was in bed, he would always hold her, embrace her. But now, he lay next to her, so close, and yet it felt like there were mountains and oceans separating them.

Freya failed to fall asleep, tossing and turning all night. She didn’t know if Elijah was asleep or not, but she knew he woke up early without disturbing her. His luggage was already packed by Linda, probably as he had instructed.

Evan also came early. Elijah stood in the living room, dressed in a sleek black suit that perfectly outlined his figure. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Even just a glimpse of his back could set one’s imagination running wild. Freya stood barefoot in the bedroom, the door slightly ajar, gazing at the man not far away. His profile was sharp and rugged. He instructed Linda, “She’s busy with work, make sure she eats on time.”

“Yes, I will,” Linda replied.

“Let’s go,” he said to Evan, walking to the door. He paused for a moment, but didn’t turn back.

Freya clenched the doorknob tightly. She wanted to rush out and embrace him. But she held herself back. She could only cry alone. She missed him even before he left. Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down to sit on the floor. Her head buried in her arms, shoulders trembling gently.

In the morning, Linda prepared breakfast. As she was leaving, Linda said, “Eat breakfast before going to work.”

Freya thought of Elijah’s instructions to Linda. Her nose instantly felt a tingle, but she forced a deep smile at Linda and said, “Okay.” She sat down at the dining table and ate breakfast before leaving. After a sleepless night, her complexion looked extremely poor.

Sivin Peters noticed that her condition had been worsening day by day over the past few days. He said to her, “If you want to take a break, I can approve your leave anytime.”

Freya shook her head. She didn’t want to rest. When she relaxed, she would think of him. She deliberately kept herself busy. That way, she wouldn’t have time to overthink.

Sivin Peters sighed and said, “I tampered with Joan Nash’s body, so Elijah couldn’t find out. Joan Nash didn’t die due to a surgical mistake, as I initially thought. I thought as long as he believed Joan Nash died from the surgery, he wouldn’t pursue Eric Lowe’s responsibility. Now, I realize I was wrong. I underestimated him.”

He knew Elijah would investigate, and being a doctor himself, he thought he could easily tamper with a corpse, deceive the forensic examiner, and make everything seem perfect.

But…

Freya asked, “What did he do?”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.