You Are My Mr Right

Liora’s voice was too loud, making Freya’s ears ache. She held the phone away from her.

“Freya, you better explain to me what’s going on. If you’re playing me, I won’t let you off!”

Liora’s temper-what kind of man could tolerate it?

Helplessly, Freya said, “I don’t know why he came back early.”

“Freya, you’re deliberately deceiving me…”

“If you don’t believe me, then let’s not cooperate anymore.”

Freya couldn’t stand Liora’s yelling. On the other end, Liora calmed down a bit. It wasn’t that she wanted to yell, but with the chance of being with Elijah slipping away and him growing more and more disgusted with her, she felt anxious, hence the outburst.

“I believe you.” Liora gritted her teeth. Now she had no other choice; she could only continue to cooperate with Freya.

Even without looking at Liora’s face, Freya knew that her expression must be distorted right now. Such a strong woman, now had to please Elijah through her.

She must be going crazy inside.

For the sake of the child in her belly and her own chance to escape safely, Freya wouldn’t choose to cooperate with someone like Liora if not for this. This time, they were just using each other.

“Wait for my message!”

After saying that, Freya hung up the phone. In this cooperation, Freya held absolute control because Liora had no other option but to rely on Freya.

Freya put down her phone and went downstairs. Walking into the dining room, she was stunned, looking at Elijah in disbelief.

“You…”

Elijah stood up, elegantly wiping his mouth with a napkin. “What are you looking at?”

Freya’s mouth twitched. Was this man really a pig?

He actually finished all of it.

Instead of going upstairs after eating, Elijah went out.

“It’s so late, where are you going?” asked Freya.

Without turning his head, probably afraid that Freya would see the expression on his face, Elijah replied, “To the company, there’s something I need to deal with.” He said calmly.

Freya glanced at the time. What time was it now? Still going to the company?NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Was he that busy?

But thinking about it, it made sense. Managing such a large company, there must be a lot of things to do. Freya didn’t think much about it and went to the kitchen to prepare some food.

Outside the door, Elijah took out the car keys, got in the car, and drove away. However, he didn’t go to the company but parked on the side of the road outside the villa. He called his secretary, “Buy a box of digestive tablets and bring it over.”

The secretary on the other end, “…”

Although curious, she didn’t dare to ask. She replied obediently, “Okay.”

Elijah, now full and not wanting to move, reclined the seat.

Half an hour later, the secretary arrived. She saw the car parked on the side of the road but didn’t expect Elijah to be inside. He took the medicine and went straight to the villa.

At this moment, Freya had just finished dinner and was about to go upstairs to take a bath and sleep. The doorbell suddenly rang, and she opened the door.

The secretary handed her the medicine.

Freya asked, “What’s this?”

“Mr Silverton asked me to buy it.”

Didn’t Elijah go to the company?

She was curious about what medicine was in the bag and took a look. She found that was a box of digestive tablets.

Freya couldn’t help but laugh.

Did that man eat too much?

After finishing such a big bowl of bad dumplings, it would be strange if he didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Is Mr Silverton unwell…”

“Just ate too much, don’t worry, I’ll give him the medicine.” Freya said.

The secretary lowered her eyes. “Okay, I’ll leave first.”

Freya smiled. She held the medicine at the door, waiting for the secretary to leave before going out to find someone. Seeing the car parked on the side of the road, she walked over. She knocked on the window. Elijah, thinking it was the secretary, lowered the car window, only to see Freya.

He frowned.

Freya leaned on the window, teasing, “Did you eat too much?”

Elijah kept silent. He just didn’t want Freya to know, so he hid.

This woman, always up to no good, always wanting to see him embarrassed.

“Don’t slander me.” His tone was cold, and he looked aloof. At this moment, he was still the high and mighty Elijah.

Looking at him, Freya knew he was still pretending.

“Why are you here?” Freya deliberately asked.

“Watching the stars.”

Freya subconsciously looked up at the sky.

There were indeed stars today. The bright night sky was decorated with countless stars, bright and sparkling.

“How did you see them?” asked she.

Elijah was sitting in the car, and the car window was just closed.

Did he have X-ray vision?

Was he lying without giving it a second thought?

Freya shook the medicine in her hand in front of Elijah as she said, “Your secretary brought it over.”

“Is it what you wanted?” Freya knowingly asked.

Elijah’s head ached a bit.

Why couldn’t there be one reliable person among them?

He pretended to be calm and said, “I asked her to buy it.”

“Are you overeating?” Freya asked.

Elijah stared at her.

Why was she stuck on this question?

Elijah said after pausing for a while, “Get in the car, and I’ll tell you.”

Freya wondered if he had any good intentions. She wasn’t that foolish; she wouldn’t fall for it.

“The medicine is for you, I have to go back to sleep.” She didn’t want to board his ‘thief ship.’

Elijah quickly grabbed the wrist she had extended to put the medicine. His voice was low, with a faint commanding tone, “Get in the car.”

Wasn’t this man too domineering?

Freya still didn’t dare to offend him for now, so she reluctantly got into the car.

As soon as she sat down, Elijah helped her lower the seat. Her body slowly lay down.

“Stars…”

It turned out that he had a panoramic sunroof, and in the car, they could see the stars.

Looking at the quiet sky, her eyes blinked. “You, such a grown-up, don’t know about hunger? If others knew that Elijah ate too much and needed digestive tablets, wouldn’t they laugh their teeth off?”

Elijah fell silent for a moment and said, “Don’t want to let you down.”

Freya, “…”

What did she have in mind?

That was clearly an attempt to mess with him.

When did it become a show of goodwill?

Suddenly, Elijah turned over, crossed the center console, and pressed down on her.

Freya instinctively protected her belly, glared at him unhappily, and asked, “What are you doing?”

He was so heavy.

She was pressed and almost out of breath. Elijah slightly arched his body, leaving a gap for her. He leaned over her, his long fingers playing with a strand of her hair by her ear, and his deep, sexy voice slowly sounded, “Freya Stone, do you like me?”

Freya, “…”

How was that possible?

Would she like a man who wanted to starve her to death?

Was she crazy?

“Are you having a fever?” Otherwise, why would you start talking nonsense?

Did the food go to your head?

She reached out, fumbled, took out the medicine, and handed it to Elijah’s lips. “If you’re sick, take your medicine.”