Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Chapter 5 That Feels Good
Elijah nonchalantly glanced up, then set down his phone before lazily reclining in his chair.
He smirked. “Yeah. What’s wrong?”
Edith’s stern eyes widened. “You good-for-nothing! Your wife is right here. Show some respect!”
In the past, when Edith got angry, Cordelia would always be the one to appease her and calm the
situation.
But today, she stayed silent. She wouldn’t save Elijah from his mother’s scolding this time.
The rest of the meal was awkward and quiet.
Edith insisted they stay overnight, and Elijah didn’t fight her.
Once they were in the bedroom, Cordelia furrowed her brow. “Your parents already have the guest
room. Where am I staying?”
“We’ll sleep in the same bed.”
She gawked at him, and he grinned. “We’re not divorced yet. Remember?”
In their three years of marriage, they rarely shared a bed. Yet now, he acted as if it were the most
natural thing in the world for them to sleep together.
Before long, his phone began buzzing.
At first, it was a few message notifications, but then the calls started pouring in, one after another. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Elijah poked his head out of the bathroom. “Can you pass me the phone?”
“It’s right on the bed. Can’t you get it yourself?” Cordelia spat.
He grinned mischievously. “…Sure.”
Then he stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and dripping wet.
Cordelia held back a squeak and quickly turned her head to the window, silently cursing him.
Elijah, in high spirits, chuckled as he picked up the phone and turned back, leaving a trail of water in his
wake.
At the sight, Cordelia gritted her teeth and shouted, “Perv!”
Soon after, Elijah emerged from the bathroom, not dressed to sleep, but dressed to abandon her once
again.
“Now you can have the bed to yourself,” he remarked as he prepared to leave.
Cordelia hurriedly followed him.
His parents were still there. And she knew Elijah wouldn’t be able to leave so easily.
Just as expected, Cordelia heard Edith’s questioning voice before Elijah even reached the bottom of
the stairs.
“Where are you going in the middle of the night?”
“To Eva’s place.” Elijah made no attempt to hide it.
“You’re not allowed to leave!” Edith demanded.
“Her burn wounds are infected, and her depression is worsening. I have to go.”
Elijah’s carefree demeanor disappeared, his face dead serious.
Edith glanced at Cordelia standing behind him and said,“Then take Cordelia with you. Don’t forget,
you’re a married man!”
Elijah smirked, turned to Cordelia and asked, “My dear wife…do you want to come with me?”
Cordelia blinked numbly.
She definitely didn’t want to watch another woman cry and flirt with her own husband.
But now, Edith was being overbearing, obviously trying to support her. If she refused, she would come
off as ungrateful.
“Okay,” she muttered. “I’ll go with him. Don’t worry.”
Elijah sneered before leaving.
Just as Cordelia was about to catch up with him, Edith stopped her.
“You silly girl! You’ve got everything except a backbone. You can’t always indulge him and let him do
whatever he wants.”
“I know.”
Edith frowned, continuing, “That woman is cunning. Don’t underestimate her. Even though she’s
disabled, she can still manipulate Elijah. You saw his feelings towards her during dinner. Be careful! Do
you understand?”
Although Edith was frowning, clearly upset, there was genuine concern in her voice.
She wasn’t speaking from a mother-in-law’s perspective, but rather from Cordelia’s, which was rare.
Cardelia didn’t want to let her down, but she couldn’t keep humiliating herself either.
“I know.” She sighed.
As Cardelia sat in Elijah’s car, her thoughts laid heavy on her shoulders.
Elijah glanced at her from the corner of his eye and scowled. “You listen to almost everything my
mother says. If she told you to die, would you do that too?”
She exhaled loudly, tired. “I only listen to her for your sake. But I wouldn’t have to bother you and do it
anymore if we divorced.”
Stopped at a red light, he turned his head to look at her better, his eyes scanning her face. He silently
observed her for a while, before
saying, “Since when were you so snippy?”
But she didn’t bless him with a response, looking away and fighting the urge to laugh.
Strangely… it felt good, arguing with him.