Chapter 116
Elijah gazed at her fresh face and softly said, "Thanks."
The sweater felt wayfier on him than he had expected.
Violette didn’t expect him to look so good in it
, and kept wondering whether the sweater itself was good-looking or if it was just because of the
person wearing it.
She picked up a bag and pulled out a box from it. "This is another gift I prepared for you. I was afraid
you wouldn’t like the sweater, so I got you a small gift as well."
Elijah looked at the small box in her hand.
"It’s a lighter," she exined a bit embarrassed, "I didn’t know what else to get you, so I bought this.
You can use it, but try to smoke less. Smoking is bad for your health."
After saying that, she handed him the box.
He opened the box, took out the lighter, and pressed it lightly. A me rose up.
"I’m not addicted," his voice was deep and charming, "I only smoke when I’m annoyed."
Violette was slightly surprised, "But when I lived in your house before, I saw you smoking almost every
day."
Elijah: "That’s because you annoyed me every day."
Violette: "..."
"I need some fresh air." Elijah felt a bit hot.
Because of the heating indoors, his forehead was already starting to sweat.
"Alright, I’ll push you outside." She walked behind the wheelchair.
"No need, it’s an electric wheelchair." He said, pressing a button, and the wheelchair automatically
moved.
Violette caught up with him, "But you used to let the bodyguards push it."
Elijah: "If bodyguards push, I don’t need to bother myself."
"I can help you push..."
"You don’t have to."
"But I want to." She said, grabbing his wheelchair handle and pushing it outside, "How’s your leg? What
did the doctor say?"
Elijah: "Left leg fractured, right leg bruised."
Violette’s heart ached a little, "Could you feel the pain?"
Elijah: "I’m fine."
Violette pushed him out of the restaurant, and the cold air immediately surrounded them.
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She stopped the wheelchair by the side of the road and covered his legs with his coat.
"I texted you before, why didn’t you reply?" She asked courageously.
Hisck of response made her unable to sleep well for several nights.
Their faces were so close
, breaths intertwining.
He didn’t want to tell her that after his injury, his depression had rpsed. It took a week of anti-
depressant medication to stabilize his condition.
Once his condition was stable, he found out from Brandon that she had been busy knitting a sweater,
so he didn’t bother her.
"Never mind, there wasn’t much to reply to. I couldn’t help but text you because of the first snow." She
stood up, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed it along the street.
"Why didn’t youe find me?" He countered.
"Ramsey said you’re very conscious of your appearance. I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me with
the wounds on your face still healing."
"But you only texted me once."
"Because you didn’t reply the first time. I thought you didn’t want to see my messages."
"I wanted to." His voice became a bit choked.
"Huh?" Violette stopped, her heart racing, "Elijah, did you just..."
"There’s a dessert shop up ahead," Elijah pointed at a store ahead and changed the subject, "I want a
piece of cake."
Violette’s attention was sessfully diverted, "Alright, let’s go get some cake!" She paused, then asked
doubtfully, "I thought you didn’t like sweets?"
"I can have something sweet on my birthday."
"Yeah, there should be some special rituals on birthdays."
They arrived at the dessert shop, and the clerk let them pick a style.
Elijah said to Violette, "You choose."
Violette: "How about a mousse cake? Cream ones are too sweet."
Elijah said to the clerk, "Mousse cake."
Clerk: "Alright, sir, how big do you want it?"
Elijah turned to Violette, "How big do we need?"
Violette: "How many people areing for dinner tonight?"