Chapter 56


    "Boy, you really have a temper when you''re drunk." She murmured as she wiped his face. "You think I


    enjoy catering to you? You reek of alcohol... Aren''t you supposed to be a neat freak? If it weren''t for


    your leg still healing, I wouldn''t bother helping you."


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    As he listened to herints, his breathing gradually steadied and he started to feel sleepy. Her


    voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect.


    After she cleaned him up, she pulled up the covers for him.


    By the time she returned from the bathroom, where she''d left the basin and towel, he was already


    asleep.


    Finally, she could breathe easy.


    She sat down next to the bed and looked around the room.


    The thought of being filmed all day along during her first three months living there gave her the creeps.


    There shouldn''t be any cameras left in the room, right?


    Although Elijah had a temper, he wasn''t a sicko.


    She got up and fetched her own pillow and nket from her room.


    Elijah woke up several times during the night but was too groggy to notice the extra person in the bed.


    So they both passed the night without incident.


    The next morning, sunlight gently streamed in through the window.


    On the bed, Violette''s arm was resting on Elijah''s chest, and her leg was draped over his thigh. She


    was sleeping peacefully.


    Elijah woke up with a headache, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Violette''s face close to his.


    As if sensing his gaze, she opened her eyes less than a minute after he did.


    They locked eyes, and the atmosphere immediately became awkward.


    His eyes were clearer thanst night, but still bloodshot.


    She quickly realized that her hand and leg were on him.


    Seeing that he didn''t react or mention it, she decided to subtly y it off.


    She carefully lifted her leg...


    "Violette, you look well-rested. Did you sleep wellst night?" His voice was a bit hoarse.


    Her leg stopped mid-air in embarrassment.


    "...Not bad." She blushed, quickly withdrew her limbs, and changed the subject. "You didn''t showerst


    night. Don''t you want to take one now?"


    He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.


    As soon as he was gone, she grabbed her pillow and nket and hightailed it out of the master


    bedroom.


    That was a close call!


    Thank goodness nothing happened.


    Hopefully, he''d forget everything aboutst night! Including the fight in the car.


    Otherwise, the days ahead would be full of conflicts.


    But then again, conflicts could lead to an easier divorce.


    On the weekend, Odette and Ramsey had lunch together.


    Since it was their second meeting, they were both more rxed.


    Odette was wearing a hoodie with sweatpants and sneakers, her makeup was light, and her hair was


    simply tied into a ponytail.


    Coincidentally, Ramsey was also wearing a hoodie, with jeans and casual shoes.


    When they saw each other, they shared a smile.


    "I saw you at the banquetst time, you were dressed pretty sexy. I thought that was your daily style!"


    Ramsey said with augh.