Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Why Don't We Take This To The Car

They zoomed through the city in silence, until they arrived at a luxury

high-rise apartment building.

Elijah was clearly very familiar with the place. He parked the car and

entered the building, Cordelia following close behind.

She noted that he knew the password for the room and opened the

door as if it was his own place.

Meanwhile, she felt like an outsider. Her heart began to ache once

more, and she felt like a joke just being there.

Lost in thought, Cordelia looked up and saw a sweet-looking woman in

an electric wheelchair coming towards them.

There were tears stained on her face, but she smiled up at Elijah sweet

as sugar.

“You finally came,” she said breathlessly.

Elijah took a tissue from the counter and gently wiped away her

tears.

His gaze was focused, a soft smile on his lips, and his actions were

gentle.

Cordelia suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest and her throat

tightened, making it hard for her to breathe.

Eva unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her shoulder without any hesitation.

Her burn wounds ran all along her skin, leaking some fluid. They looked

horrifying.

Elijah’s face turned grim. “Eva, you need to go to the hospital and let a

doctor see this. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and take you.”

At this moment, Eva's gaze fell on Cordelia, who was still standing at

the doorway. “Elijah... Who is she?”

“My wife,” Elijah admitted generously and immediately.

Eva's eyes flickered for a moment, which Cordelia keenly caught.

“Elijah, I'm tired. Will you take me to sleep?” she whispered.

Cordelia frowned, just about to speak, but Elijah spoke up first. “Let me

take you back to your room first.”

With that, Elijah walked up to Eva and turned her wheelchair around.

Eva glanced at Cordelia with undisguised provocation in her

eyes.

But Cordelia didn't give her the satisfaction of reacting, keeping calm

and cool as Elijah pushed Eva into the bedroom, leaving the door

open.

They whispered to each other inside, a conversation too faint for

Cordelia to hear.

She took out her phone and messaged someone to check who

Her heart dropped when saw who it was: Elijah.

Eva moved into Elijah’s property.

A property she had no knowledge of...

With everything that happened in just the last day alone, she crumbled

onto the sofa, tired to her bones. She didn't fight it. when she felt her

eyes closing, and she fell asleep.

After a while, Elijah walked out of Eva's bedroom and closed the door.

His gaze fell on Cordelia laying on the sofa, her chest rising and falling

softly with each breath. She looked like a sleeping angel.

His eyes darkened.

Cordelia felt plush lips against her own, and opened her eyes to meet

Elijah’s handsome face.

She gasped, and with her mouth open he took the chance to delve his

tongue deeper into her mouth, intensifying the innocent kiss.

His tongue went straight in.

Cordelia whimpered under his kiss, one arm unconsciously wrapping

around his neck, the other caressing his strong chest. Her legs hooked

around his waist, pulling him in closer.

As his lips trailed past her jaw and down her neck, she noticed a camera

in the corner of the living room.

Cordelia lazily adjusted the black dress that Elijah’d torn off halfway,

deliberately taking her time to tempt him even further.

She grabbed his hair and yawned loudly, “Can we leave now? I'm so..

tired... want to go to the bed.”

She blinked.

Her voice was so charming, so soft and delicate. Elijah’s desire was so

strong, he was close to losing control.

He nibbled her ear and whispered seductively, “Why don't we take this

to the car, hmm?”

Cordelia smiled. Her eyes flitted discreetly up at the camera, licking her

lips.

“Sure, let's go. DARLING.”

Elijah’s attention was solely on Cordelia. He saw her petite tongue

circling her red lips, and his breath quickened.

Without hesitation, Elijah picked her up and left.

In the moment he closed the door, there came screams, shouts, and the

sound of things being smashed from inside the

bedroom.

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