Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 13

In the bathroom in the Master bedroom, t

he nurse was carefully wiping the water droplets off Elijah's body with a dry towel.

He couldn't use his legs yet and needed help from the nurse to stand steadily.

This nurse, who was a cautious and meticulous man in his forties, had been with him since his

accident, taking care of him.

"Mr. Bourne, you have a bruise on your leg." The nurse helped him put on a bathrobe and supported

him out of the bathroom. "I'll get some ointment to rub on it."

Elijah sat on the edge of the bed. After the nurse left, he lifted the hem of his bathrobe and saw a blue

bruise.

It was pinched by Violette.

His legs weren't completely numb

, so he held back his reaction when she pinched him.

For some reason, Violette's crying face kept appearing in his mind.

And...

Her unique body scent lingered in his heart.

He had never been moved by any woman in all these years.

But Violette stirred up endless impulses in him tonight.

Was it really necessary for a woman who was about to divorce him?

He felt strange and absurd.

But if he had another chance, he would still be angry and still tear her clothes.

...

The next day, 7 am.

Violette got up early on purpose to avoid having breakfast with Elijah.

She walked out of her room and headed straight to the dining room.

Lacey greeted her with a smile, "Ma'am, you're up early too! But breakfast is ready."

The implication was that Elijah was also there, so she'd better go back to her room.

"Ma'am, I made pasta today. I made it especially for you. I don't know if it suits your taste." Lacey

enthusiastically said, pulling Violette to sit down at the dining table.

Violette felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, her face uneasy.

Although Elijah didn't look at her directly, he could feel her resistance.

"We eat breakfast and then go see my mom. You better know what to say and what not to say," Elijah's

cold voice came.

"When do you plan to pay me for that dress last night?" Violette negotiated with him.

She could cooperate, but only if he paid her first.

"We don't have that much cash at home." He sipped his milk. "If you're in a hurry, I can transfer the

money to you through my phone."

"Alright, you can transfer it to me!" Violette said.

"How much?" He put down his milk cup, took out his phone, and asked.

Violette said, "Thirty thousand." Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Elijah glanced at her who was not feeling guilty at all, "Wasn't the price tag twenty-eight thousand?"

Violette raised her right hand, "The extra two thousand is for medical expenses."

Her wrist, which he had gripped last night, was bruised. She planned to go to the pharmacy to buy

some medicine later.

She didn't think it was too much to ask for two thousand in medical expenses.

He glanced at her wrist and his thin lips slightly pressed. He transferred her thirty thousand.

After receiving the money, Violette's anger subsided by half, "Don't think that giving me money will

make me forgive you. Even if you give me another thirty thousand, I won't forgive you."

After she said this, he didn't respond, just silently pushed his wheelchair away.

Because he didn't refute, her anger subsided a bit.

...

9 am.

Bourne Estate.

Grace was discharged from the hospital today, and all her friends and relatives came to visit.

This time, she was in the ICU, which was much more dangerous than her previous hospitalization for

high blood pressure.

"Elijah, how's your body?" Grace couldn't bear to blame her son when she saw him. Instead, she was

more worried about his physical condition.

"Pretty good." Elijah looked at his mother's aged face, and some words got stuck in his heart.

"That's good." Grace's gaze fell on Violette. "Violette, how about you? Has Elijah been treating you

bad? If so, you must tell me."

Violette shook her head, "He didn't bully me. Instead, you must take care of your health."

"As long as you and Elijah are fine, I'm fine. Violette, Elijah has never been in love, nor has he ever

chased after girls. He might not understand tenderness, nor romance, so I hope you can be more

understanding. After all, for a man, career is the most important thing. Don't you agree?"

Grace was trying to reason with Violette.

Violette felt strange.

Elijah had never been in love?

Never pursued a girl?

How was that possible!

It seemed that Grace didn't know her son very well.

"Violette, I heard that your dad's company is in trouble and is on the verge of bankruptcy," Grace just

got discharged from the hospital and began to worry about various trivial matters. "I asked the lawyer,

and it has nothing to do with you. Your dad's debts won't fall on your head. All you have to do is stay

with Elijah and be his good wife."

Violette knew very well that Grace had always treated her as a tool.

But she couldn't live entirely according to Grace's wishes.

"My dad is gone now, and if he were still here, he wouldn't want to see the company go bankrupt. So, I

will try my best to see if I can turn the tide," Violette said calmly and confidently.

"Violette, when your dad's company was making money, he didn't spend much on you, did he? Now

that your dad is dead, you're still clinging to this broken company. Do you want Elijah to pay to help

you?" Elijah's sister-in-law spoke up bluntly.

"I heard your dad's company owes ten billion! That's not a small amount. Ordinary people wouldn't lend

you that much, and ordinary people can't come up with that much money... are you trying to get it from

the Bourne family?" Elijah's brother, Travis, spoke up.

Violette had never thought about borrowing money from Elijah, so she was very unhappy with the

Bourne family's comments.

Everyone's eyes were on her, waiting for her to make a statement.

"You overestimate me. Even if I went to Elijah for a loan, he wouldn't lend it to me," Violette said self-

mockingly.

Hearing her say this, the Bourne family felt relieved.

She was right. Since Elijah woke up, he had been wanting to divorce her. How could he possibly lend

her money?

Grace grabbed Violette's hand and came up with an idea, "Violette, there's still a way for you to help

your dad's company. As long as you can have a baby for Elijah, he'll definitely fork out the cash to help

you."

Violette reached out to touch her belly and took a glance at Elijah.

He looked calm and composed, as if he hadn't heard his mom's promise to her.

After lunch, they left the Old Manor.

On the way back, the two sat in the back seat, him deep in thought, while she gazed out the window.

The atmosphere in the car was eerily quiet.

"Violette, even if you get pregnant with my child, I'll strangle them with my own hands," his voice

suddenly rang out, dark and cold.

She couldn't help but shiver, her lips parting as if wanting to say something, but for a moment, she

couldn't make a sound.