Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Who Is More Impatient?

“Hahaha. Later, Elissa cried to Ben for a long time.”

Cordelia was puzzled. She had never known she had such great charm.

However, Elijah did always find excuses to sleep with her. It used to be

more manageable, but lately, he had become increasingly insatiable,

indulging in passionate moments during the broad daylight.

“But that doesn’t necessarily mean he likes me, right? You haven't seen

how he treats Eva,” Cordelia said with a frown.

As an outsider, Imogen was just stating facts. As for the intricacies of

their relationship, she didn’t know much, so she didn't say much more

on the topic.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Imogen put on a coat and went to answer it, only to find Elijah standing

outside.

“Mr. Hansen, are you here to pick up Cordelia?”

Cordelia snapped out of her reverie, looking towards the door, and her

gaze met Elijah’s.

“Why are you here?”

Elijah replied calmly, “To appease you.”

Imogen looked particularly envious and immediately pulled Cordelia up

from the couch. “Hey, you should go home with Mr. Hansen. I'm going

to catch up on some more sleep.”

Cordelia was still a bit dazed after Imogen pushed her out of the door.

But the next moment, Elijah pulled her into his arms. “Were you angry

with me? How dare you hang up on me?”

Cordelia lowered her gaze, taking in the faint tobacco scent from his

body, but remained silent.

Imogen saw this scene through the peephole and couldn't help but

cover her mouth and chuckle.

“Cordelia, you're much luckier than I am,” she murmured.

Seeing Cordelia’s lack of response, Elijah continued, “I didn't originally

plan to go back to the Hansen Manor. I rushed back because I was

worried my grandfather might trouble you. But when I got home, you

weren't there.”

Cordelia looked at him and asked, “When do you plan to tell your

family about our divorce?”

Elijah paused for a moment. Then, his gaze lost some of its

warmth.

“Cordelia, I thought about it seriously last night. I want to give you

freedom, but I can't do it yet. Let me think about it some more.”

Cordelia frowned, utterly puzzled by his words.

She pushed past Elijah and walked towards the elevator.

Elijah followed her with his gaze, thinking of something.

They didn't head to the Hansen Manor.

“Let's go to the Maple Villa. I'll go pack my thing.”

“Okay.”

Elijah didn't object. He instructed the driver to head to the Maple Villa.

As the car pulled into the yard, Elijah was on the phone, so Cordelia got

out of the car first.

However, when she walked into the villa, she froze.

Because she saw Eva there.

“Cordelia, I heard you're moving out. I was worried there

wouldn't be anyone to take care of Elijah, so I moved in to look

after him.”

Eva smiled with smugness and undisguised delight.

As Eva's wheelchair approached, Cordelia could hear her lowering her

voice, saying, “You better be smart and pack your things quickly and

leave! Don't disturb Elijah and me anymore!”

At that moment, Elijah entered the room.

Eva immediately maneuvered her wheelchair to approach him. “Elijah, I

had the servants prepare dinner. It's all your favorite dishes. Shall we

have dinner together?”

Cordelia had initially wanted to ignore Eva, but now, she couldn't let

this slide.

“Elijah, who's more impatient between the two of us?”

Elijah frowned and asked Eva icily, “Who told you to come here?”

Eva quickly responded, as if she had rehearsed her response

beforehand. “Didn't you imply for me to come and keep you company?

Elijah, I'm always good at following your instructions.”

Cordelia turned away, a pang of pain crossing her eyes. She closed her

eyes for a moment, then walked towards the stairs.

Suddenly, she felt her stomach churning, and her face turned pale. She

instinctively covered her mouth.