Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 10

In an instant, the living room became super quiet, like a pin drop could be heard.

Violette stormed back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

BAM!

The whole villa seemed to shake.

Dang, this woman really didnn't give a crap, slamming doors in Elijah's house.

Everyone sneakily checked Elijah's expression, but he seemed calm and not angry at all.

Usually, if someone made noise in front of him, he would definitely frown.

Violette's door-slamming was deafening. How come he wasn't mad?

More importantly, the wine bottle Violette smashed just now was worth almost 300 grand, and they

hadn't even had a chance to drink it.

She smashed it just like that, with no hesitation at all.

"I heard Ms. Dennis's father passed away a couple of days ago. She was wearing all black today, so

she probably just got back from his funeral," someone bravely broke the silence.

The woman in the white dress was Melinda Marcia, a senior manager of the PR department at the

Bourne Group.

It was her birthday today, and she had invited Elijah's friends to celebrate his awakening at the Bourne

family home.

Her confrontation with Violette earlier had left her feeling humiliated.

Seeing Elijah's calm expression, but knowing him well enough to realize he could turn on her at any

moment, Melinda cautiously apologized, "Elijah, I'm sorry. I didn't know Violette's father had passed

away."

Elijah crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. His slender fingers picked up the wine glass, and he downed

the contents in one go. As the glass hit the table, his sexy, deep voice said, "Happy birthday."

Melinda's ears turned red, "Thank you."

"Also, Violette is not someone you can just slap around." Elijah's slender fingers adjusted his shirt

collar, his voice containing a warning, "Even if she's just a servant in the Bourne family, only I can mess

with her."

Melinda felt suffocated, "But you're going to divorce her soon, and then she'll be even worse off than

your servant!"

Elijah's gaze instantly turned colder, "Even if I don't want her, I won't let others trample on her dignity." Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

At this point, Lacey came over and cleaned up the broken wine bottle and stained blanket.

Elijah's wine glass was refilled.

"Elijah, don't be mad. Melinda didn't mean it, and she wouldn't really hurt Violette," said someone sitting

on the other side of Elijah, trying to smooth things over.

"Yeah! Melinda, you better apologize quickly! Even though it's your birthday, you really went too far just

now!"

Melinda raised her wine glass, downed the whole thing, and apologized to Elijah again.

Elijah glanced at his bodyguard

, who immediately came over and helped him up.

"You guys keep drinking!" After saying this, he went back to his room.

Melinda watched his determined retreating figure, her eyes turned red. She downed the rest of the wine

bottle and left.

"Wow! The two main characters of the birthday party are gone. Are we still going to drink?"

"Of course! It's good for Melinda to give up. Otherwise, she'll always think she'll become Mrs. Bourne!"

"Tonight's events might not necessarily make her give up! After all, Elijah plans to divorce Violette."

"Speaking of Violette, she's really good-looking. But her temper is so explosive, how can Elijah stand

her?"

In the guest room.

Violette hugged her knees, tears silently streaming down her face.

The tears she had been holding back for three days finally burst out at this moment.

Her father's apology before his death echoed in her mind.

Her resentment towards him during his life vanished in an instant. She cried, and eventually falling

asleep with tears on her face.

The next morning when she woke up, her eyes were swollen and painful.

After taking a shower and changing into a clean nightgown, she came out of her room.

She hadn't eaten properly in the past few days, and now her stomach was hurting from hunger.

She walked to the dining room entrance and saw Elijah's back, immediately stopping in her tracks.

Lacey, seeing her arrival, quickly greeted her, "Ma'am, breakfast is ready! Come and eat!"

In the past, she would avoid him at all costs, fearing that angering him would lead to punishment.

But now, knowing that he was dragging out their divorce, she felt more courageous.

She chose a seat farthest from him and sat down. Lacey brought her breakfast, and she picked up her

fork, ready to eat.

"The wine from last night, 400 grand," his voice was low and indifferent.

Violette's hand holding the fork tightened, and her mind went blank.

A wine bottle was 400 grand?

What kind of wine was that expensive? Did he want her to pay for it?

Did she look like she could transfer that much money out of her bank account?

Her stomach suddenly cramped, and she broke out in a cold sweat, losing her appetite.

Elijah glanced at her pale, haggard face and sternly said, "This is a warning. If you smash anything in

my house again, you'll pay for it!"

Upon hearing this, her stomach stopped hurting, and her appetite returned.

Most women had morning sickness early in pregnancy, with mild symptoms being non-stop vomiting,

and severe cases requiring bed rest.

She hadn't thrown up yet, just occasionally felt a bit nauseous.

However, looking at the meat in her bowl, she felt sick to her stomach and removed it.

"Ma'am, is this dish not to your taste?" Lacey asked nervously, seeing her pick out the meat.

Violette shook her head, "I just want to have more veggies lately."

Lacey quickly replied, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind."

After breakfast, Violette returned to her room to change clothes.

Blake's lawyer had scheduled a meeting with her today. Although he hadn't explicitly said what it was

for, she could guess.

After changing, she grabbed her bag and left her room.

Coincidentally, Elijah was also preparing to go out.

He had bodyguards to serve him and a driver to chauffeur him.

Violette glanced at the time. She had a 10 o'clock appointment with the lawyer, and it was almost 9

now.

She walked briskly outside. It would take nearly ten minutes to walk out of the villa area and get a cab.

A cold front had come in after yesterday's autumn rain.

She didn't know if it was due to the cold wind, but after walking for a short while, she felt nauseous.

The silver Bentley rolled out of the neighborhood, and just as the driver was about to step on the gas,

he caught a glimpse of Violette not too far away.

"Looks like that lady over there is Ms. Violette," the driver blabbered, slowing down the car at the same

time.

He had seen Violette coming out of the house and even remembered what she was wearing today.

Elijah, who had his eyes closed, immediately opened them after hearing the driver's words.

"Mr. Bourne, it seems like she is barfing her guts out," said the driver, who had a clearer view from the

front seat.

During breakfast, Violette had secretly congratulated herself on not having severe pregnancy reactions.

But now, she was puking uncontrollably.

Holding a trash can, she planned to go back home and wash her face after throwing up.

As she turned around, she saw Elijah's fancy car.

Under the sunlight, his car was all shiny and sparkly. The driver had parked the car beside her, and the

window was rolled down.

She saw Elijah's cold and deep eyes staring at her, and her face instantly turned red. He wouldn't

suspect her, would he?

Furrowing her delicate eyebrows, she walked over to the back of the car and stopped, forcing out an

explanation, "I think I might've eaten too much for breakfast."