Chapter 403

Chapter 403 Soul-Searching Conversation

He looked at Elijah lying on the sofa weakly and growled. "Tell me, why

do you like Cordelia? She is not gentle nor virtuous, but just an

alternative medicine doctor.”

"She is gentle, virtuous, and a miracle doctor. She can also dance and

play various musical instruments. Especially in bed, she can make me

crazy..."

Ben was so angry that he gritted his teeth and roared, "Shut up! I dare

you to take a video as proof!”

"Fuck offt"

They were bickering when the sound of a car came from the yard

Ben immediately stood up, grabbed his coat, and wanted to leave.

At this time, Cordelia came in.

She was holding a large bag in her hand containing several bags of

dark liquid.

Ben pursed his lips and said, "I'll leave Elijah to you. Bye."

"Are you going to Grant City to find Imogen?" Cordelia asked.

"Or what?"

"She won't see you,” Cordelia said coldly.

"It's up to her whether to see me or not, and it's also up to me whether

to go or not." After saying that, Ben left quickly as if he wouldn't be

able to leave if he was a second later.

The room fell silent, and Cordelia was sitting on the sofa, looking at

Elijah coldly.

“I was wrong."

Whether wrong or not, he always thought admitting his mistakes first

was the best choice.

Cordelia raised her eyebrow and asked, "What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't simply take medicine,” Elijah replied obediently.

Cordelia looked at his sincere gaze and no longer doubted him.

"How long have you been taking sleeping pills?" Cordelia asked.

"It's been a long time, and now I can't sleep even after taking sleeping

pills,” Elijah said in frustration.

Cordelia remembered that Gideon had that problem, and now Elijah

often couldn't sleep. It was probably hereditary.

But this time, Elijah probably took the medicine once and still couldn't

sleep, so he took it again, or he was irritable and simply took a few

more pills and finally overdosed.

At that time, he might not necessarily be sober.

It was really dangerous.

So, she took out a sachet from her bag and handed it to Elijah. "When

you sleep in the future, put it next to your pillow.”

Elijah took the sachet and looked at the pattern on it carefully.

"Did you make this yourself?” Elijah asked.

"Um." Cordelia thought for a while and said, "Elijah, I suggest you see a

psychiatrist.”

"Can you go with me?" Elijah asked with anticipation.

"Elijah, we have broken up. If it weren't for your dangerous incident this

time, I wouldn't have come.” Cordelia frowned

After saying that, she was afraid her words would provoke him, so she

regretted it.

Until now, Cordelia was still considering him, which made her feel

helpless.

"What's wrong? Does this jerk stick with me forever? Doesn't anyone

want him or take care of him?" she thought.

"Cordelia, why are you always so sober?" Elijah said, with red eyes.

Cordelia opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Yes, I did escape before. I'm not confident enough, no confidence in

our relationship, and I don't trust you enough,” Elijah said as he

struggled to sit up and leaned toward Cordelia's face.

"But what about you? You say you don't want me, and you just did as

you said. You leave so gracefully and cut ties with me. Do you really

love me as much as you say?"

Since things had come to that, Elijah seemed to go all out and wanted

to have a soul-searching conversation with Cordelia.