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.

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 shippy?”

But she didn't bless him with a response, looking away and fighting the

urge to laugh.

Strangely... it felt good, arguing with him.