Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 20

Violette felt as if someone had just strangled her at the thought.

She was hit with a dizzying wave of suffocation.

How could he possibly be Mr. E?!

Mr. E transferred a million to her and was planning to invest in the Dennis Group. How could Elijah be

so good to her?

But if he wasn't Mr. E, why was he here?

As her mind spun in confusion, his wheelchair, his dark attire, and his unusually pale skin all served as novelbin

reminders that the man before her could be no one else but Elijah.

She gasped and instinctively backed away.

But somehow the door to the private room had been closed.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" Elijah eyed her frantic state and softly asked, "What are you doing

in a place like this?"

Violette brushed her long hair behind her ears, forcing herself to calm down: "I...I came to have dinner

with some classmates."

"This is a place for drinking."

"Oh…" Violette glanced around the spacious and luxurious private room. It felt like she was in hell,

agitated and uneasy, "I...I must have gotten the wrong place. I'll go find my classmates."

"Violette," His voice sent chills down her spine as he said her name syllable by syllable, "Have you

forgotten what I told you this morning?"

Violette: "I remember, but I don't have to take your words as my standard for doing things."

The last incident was still fresh in her mind.

He accused her of dressing like an escort and accompanying others to drink, even though she didn't.

His eyebrows furrowed at her response.

He knew she was different from other women. She had her own opinions, never bowed to power, and

most importantly, no matter how harshly he warned her, she wouldn't take his words to heart.

It was as if she didn't value him.

He picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.

Violette took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "Elijah, why are you here? Didn't you say you were

going to the Old Manor for dinner tonight?"

She wanted to ask, this private room was reserved by Mr. E, how come you're here?

Or, Elijah, were you Mr. E?

But she didn't dare to be so direct

, because she had no clue what his answer would be.

If he was Mr. E, how were they going to discuss business matters?

If he wasn't Mr. E, how could she make up for the lie she told him this morning?

"Come here, drink with me." He lifted his reddened eyes and commanded.

She arched her eyebrows.

What did he mean?

"I can't drink, I told you that." Violette couldn't read his eyes nor his mind. All she wanted was to leave,

"You drink. I'm leaving!"

She tried to open the door, but found it locked from the outside.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open the door.

"What's going on? Elijah! Let me out!" She complained, her face turning red.

"Did you not understand when I asked you to drink with me, or are you pretending not to understand?"

His eyes held a threatening tone, his words harsher.

Violette broke out in a cold sweat, her ankles trembling slightly.

If she could drink, she would've just bit the bullet and accompanied him.

But she couldn't drink now!

Even if he strangled her, she couldn't.

The door was blocked, she couldn't get out, so s

he had no choice but to approach him.

She wanted to reconcile with him.

"I lied to you this morning," She walked over to him, eyes downcast as she explained, "I had something

to do tonight, but it wasn't school-related. I had a meeting with someone who expressed interest in

investing in my dad's company."

"Who?" He looked up, casually gazing at her flushed face.

"I don't know his name."

"You dare to come without even knowing his name?"

"Reaves came with me."

"Where is the vice president?"

"He's stuck in traffic." She took a deep breath, looking him straight in the eye, "Elijah, I'm not a child

anymore. Even though I'm your wife, I have my own social life and space, you have no right to

interfere."

As she spoke, he lifted his glass and took another sip.

Watching his sexy Adam's apple bob up and down, she got a little distracted.

He wouldn't get drunk drinking like this, would he?

How would they get home if he got drunk?

Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts, she caught a glimpse of a large figure from the corner of

her eye, suddenly blocking all the light in front of her.

He got up!

He stood up from his wheelchair...!

Violette stared at him in shock, her mind going blank.

She forgot her anger, and forgot what she was going to do next.

Her lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but no words came out of her mouth.

The next second, his body was on top of hers, pinning her down.

"When a man invites a woman to a place like this, he's definitely going to make her drink. If you don't

drink, what are you doing here?!" Elijah's long fingers gripped her chin tightly.

Her lips were forced to part slightly.

His other hand held a tall glass, the liquid inside gently swaying.

Fear overtook her senses.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to resist, but his body was pressing down on her, and she

couldn't move.

"Violette, you dare to come when a strange man invites you... You won't learn your lesson unless you

suffer." He poured the wine from the glass into her mouth.

Violette's hands grabbed his arms, trying to push him off, but no matter how much strength she used,

she couldn't budge him.

He had just recovered from a long illness, but he was frighteningly strong.

The image of him standing up from the wheelchair flashed through her mind.

He was taller and scarier than she had imagined.

The red wine was poured into her mouth, she didn't swallow, but the bitter taste of alcohol made her

cough violently.

She felt like she was drowning.

In desperation, the body sent out instinctive signals for help.

She grabbed his collar in panic

, and pulled so hard that the buttons on his shirt popped off.

With a crisp 'pop', they rolled onto the floor.

A chill ran down his chest.

He looked at her pained, flushed face, and his tightly clenched heart suddenly softened.

He let go of her chin.

She immediately turned her head, spitting out all the wine in her mouth.

"Elijah, I hate you!" she said, her eyes teary, and her hands clenched tightly.

"You're throwing a fit over one drink?" The pity in his eyes faded, his slender fingers fell to her collar,

unbuttoning it to reveal her beautiful collarbone. "If it wasn't me, it would be another man treating you

like this! Violette, this is the price you pay for lying!"