Chapter 8 His Denounce

He had handed her over to that sleazy man, so why was he still appearing? To witness her embarrassment?

"Elijah?" She pointed at the man exuding hostility, perhaps due to the alcohol making her bolder. At this moment, she didn't know the meaning of fear, "You are a BASTARD!"

Elijah's face turned black in an instant.

Xander and Linda both lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

Freya staggered into the room, grabbed Elijah's tie, pulling him towards her. "Do you think I wanted to marry you? Who do you think you are, some celestial being?"

The strong smell of alcohol made Elijah frown continuously; there seemed to be a hint of anger in his eyes.

He swiftly grabbed her wrist. "I think you've gone crazy."

Any man, and she would follow?

He really wished this woman would retreat, but she was so stubborn, refusing to relent. When Freya Stone left with Ronan Vega, he regretted it. This woman, no matter what, was his nominal wife, and being defiled, he found repulsive.

"You're the crazy one." Freya's hands were restless, using the alcohol's strength to tear at him recklessly, taking revenge on him for letting that man take advantage of her.

Elijah's face turned completely cold as he caught her wrist, dragging her upstairs.

Freya tried to break free. "Let go of me, let go of me..."

Bang!

The bedroom door was kicked open, and Elijah tossed her inside.

Freya Stone, not stable on her feet, fell to the ground, hitting her knees.

"Ah, hmm..." She covered her knees in pain.

This painful gasp caught Elijah off guard. For a moment, his mind went back to that night. The woman under him had made similar sounds of pain and gasps.

Was it because her voice was similar to Liora Valentine’s?

"Elijah!" Freya raised her head, looking at him, her eyes filled with hatred.

This man not only had a cruel heart but was also extremely violent. Her knees were bleeding. Elijah met her gaze, his thoughts returning. He walked in, narrowing his eyes. "Aren't you drunk?"

She was drunk. But her mind was clear. She supported herself with both hands, attempting to stand. Her ankle softened, and she fell again. Instinctively, she grabbed onto something nearby for support. Finally supporting her body, she felt a sudden chill despite not feeling cold.

She slowly raised her head. Elijah's pupils were deep, but there was no warmth. Freya Stone realized she was grabbing onto his pants. Luckily, it was fixed by a belt. If it had any elasticity, she would have pulled it off already. Even so, Elijah, in a neat suit, looked quite disheveled. Freya quickly let go. The fabric of his pants on both thighs was wrinkled and bulging.

She glanced away in panic. "I didn't mean to."

Elijah's cold sarcasm came from his throat. "Really?"

"Of course."

Wait a minute...

She stared at him. "What do you mean?"

"What kind of person are you? Don't you know in your heart?" His question and sarcasm were clearly intended to prick at her heart. He saw that pill and he knew she...

At the thought of that night, Freya trembled slightly. Despite her attempt to remain calm, she was scared of being exposed and humiliated.

"Speechless? Every man wants to pounce?" Elijah pinched her neck, his gaze icy. "Tell me, how did you manage to refuse to divorce me on one hand and make me the cuckold?"

As he spoke, a sense of ruthlessness was evident in his tone! He, Elijah's wife, had actually been played with by someone else? This was probably the most humiliating thing in his entire life!

Freya was choked so hard that she couldn't breathe. Her originally blushed cheeks became even redder. Her chest heaved greatly because she wanted to take in oxygen.

Freya Stone, unable to breathe due to being pinched, struggled. "Let... go..."

In her attempt to break free, two buttons on her chest broke off and fell to the ground with a snap. Elijah lowered his eyes and glanced past her delicate collarbone, and saw the black lace underwear on her chest exposed, and, he could get a glimpse of the scenery on her chest.

She struggled to breathe. A strand of messy hair fell casually by her ears. Her breasts kept rising and falling with her breathing, which was indescribably alluring.

Realizing that he had seen too much, Elijah immediately looked away. His throat tightened unconsciously. He frowned, trying to control his emotions.

What kind of impulse did he have towards such a slutty woman?

This made him very uncomfortable! He threw her on the bed angrily. At this moment, he was angry at himself. How could he have thoughts about such an unbearable woman? Was he crazy?

Elijah turned around and walked down the stairs immediately.

Downstairs, Xander approached him and greeted him, "Mr Silverton."

Elijah didn't say a word, taking long strides out. Xander followed cautiously. In the car, Xander started it and drove away, glancing at him carefully.

What was wrong with him? Why was he so angry?

In the villa, as the oxygen refilled her lungs, Freya Stone lay on the bed, breathing heavily. Holding her chest, she thought Elijah was going to strangle her just now.

Um...

The alcohol churning in her stomach, after being suppressed during breath-holding, was now bouncing back, making her want to vomit intensely. She rushed to the bathroom and started retching.

After vomiting, she felt much better. She rinsed her mouth with water from the tap and lay back on the bed without taking a bath. She was so tired, so sleepy. Gradually, she closed her eyes. Unknowingly, she fell asleep.

The next day, as soon as Elijah entered the office in the building of Headence Group, his secretary approached.

"Mr Silverton, Mr Vega is looking for you."