shuhaige
Chapter 96
Chapter 96
10 a.m.
A black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of an old residential area.
The car door opened, and a tall figure stepped out.
Elijah was wearing a long navy down jacket today, with a gray scarf around his neck, and a pair of
brand-new leather boots on his feet.
Despite being well-dressed, his face was pale and haggard.
His cold and noble demeanor was completely out of place with the surrounding desolate and run-down Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
scene.
His driver and bodyguard trailed behind him, carrying expensive gifts.
The door to the rental house was knocked. Albina trotted over from the kitchen to open it.
She was somewhat dazed the moment she saw Elijah.
"...Why are you here?" Albina was taken aback for a moment, then swung the door wide open, "Come
on in! I heard you’ve been sick, are you feeling better?"
Although it was winter, it was not cold enough to wear down jackets.
Elijah glanced at the clean floor and hesitated, "Should we take off our shoes?"
Albina immediately shook her head: "No need, come on in!"
She led Elijah in, then noticed the gift boxes carried by the driver and bodyguard.
"Why did you bring so many gifts?" Albina was puzzled.
Last night, Violette took all her luggage back, and
Albina didn’t dare to ask anything.
She guessed that Violette must have broken up with Elijah completely, which was why she dragged her
luggage back.
So, she never expected Elijah to show up today.
"I’m here to officially visit you," Elijah sat down on the sofa.
The driver and bodyguard put the gifts in the living room and tactfully left.
Albina found the air conditioner remote and turned on the heating.
"Oh...You and Violette...last night..." Albina had a conflicted expression on her face, not knowing how to
phrase her question.
"I didn’t see her last night," Elijah looked at Albina with honest eyes, "There were some
misunderstandings between us."
"Oh...She rarely tells me about you guys. So, I don’t know what to say." Albina poured him a cup of hot
water, "You look terrible. You should be resting at home."
"I’m okay." He took the cup of water, holding it with both hands.
Albina sat down on the sofa next to him, her gaze falling on his face.
When people were sick, their sharp edges tended to soften.
She remembered the last time she saw him, he seemed so high and mighty, unreachable.
"Elijah, what are your true feelings for our Violette?" Albina hesitated for a moment before voicing her
thoughts, "Her father and I divorced when she was very young. She lived with her father...you can
imagine, in such a family environment, she couldn’t get the love she deserved. If you don’t love her,
please set her free."
"Now is not the time to discuss divorce." Elijah took a sip of water, "She’s been getting close to a man
named Derek. You might not know him, but I do."
Albina got his point: "Are you saying this Derek is no good?"
Elijah nodded: "I hope you can ask her to stay away from Derek."
Albina nodded repeatedly: "Okay, when she wakes up, I’ll talk to her."
Elijah furrowed his brows and raised his wrist to check the time.
It was already half past ten in the morning.
Was Violette still sleeping?
Albina explained: "She went to bed late last night, so she’s not up yet."
As soon as Albina finished speaking, the bedroom door opened and Violette, in her pajamas, came out.
Her long hair was loose, and she looked sleepy. Upon seeing Elijah, her dull eyes instantly lit up.
"Violette, Elijah came to see you. I’m going to buy some groceries, you guys have a good chat." Albina
found an excuse and left.
Violette glanced at the air conditioner, th
en at Elijah’s down jacket.
It seemed that he was still not well.