Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 207

Elijah caught a glimpse of Rita's face.

She sure looked a bit like Violette.

As she passed by him, Rita stared at him with a somewhat fierce look in her eyes.

Who knew what kind of ideas were fed into this kid's mind to make her hate him so much.

Soon, Violette walked up to him.

"What brings you here so early? Anything important?"

Elijah looked at her cold and clean face, with a complicated expression, he asked, "Violette, your

daughter is your biological child, right? She looks a lot like you."

"Did you come here just to see my daughter?"

"Who's her father?" Elijah's voice got heavier. "She's already in kindergarten, so she must be over

three years old."

It seemed like the lie about adoption wouldn't work anymore.

Rita looked too much like Violette when she was young.

They were like two peas in a pod.

"Yes, she's indeed my biological daughter, but you're not the father," Violette smiled at him. "I just

picked a random guy's sperm from a sperm bank abroad to fulfill my wish to be a mother."

Fulfill her motherhood wish!

This statement left Elijah speechless.

"If you came here just for this, you can leave now," Violette said bluntly.

Elijah's face darkened a bit, and he reminded her, "The guy staying at your house doesn't like women."

Violette's smile froze, "How did you find out?"

There was no information about Mike online.

Mike was a top-level hacker globally, and no one could find out his info unless he wanted to expose his

identity.

Elijah breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems you already knew."

"Elijah, are you just bored? How's your girlfriend's injury? How's Makayla recovering? You have so

many women waiting for your attention, so you don't have to waste what little energy you have left on

me. Do you think there's still something between us?" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Violette pushed him hard and then turned to walk towards the yard.

"Violette! Makayla and I aren't what you think!" Elijah clenched his fists and called out to her retreating

figure.

Violette gritted her teeth.

How long had she been waiting for him to say that?

She had given him countless chances.

Why didn't he say it before?

What did he want to recover by saying it now?

"Elijah, do you find it amusing to tease me like this?" Violette turned around, facing him from a

distance, and sarcastically said, "Now the person you need to explain to and take responsibility for is

Sarah, not me!"

Her words made him come to his senses.

However, he didn't agree with her last statement, "I have no obligation to explain or take responsibility

for other women unless I want to. Violette, you know I don't love Sarah."

"Whether you love her or not has nothing to do with me! I don't care who you're with!" Violette's words

stabbed into his heart, "You never truly loved me! So I won't be fooled by you again!"

If he had cared about her feelings, he wouldn't have dragged out the explanation he should have given

her four years ago until now.

"You said you and Makayla aren't that kind of relationship," Violette's voice trembled, "Even if it's not

that kind of relationship, she still holds the most important place in your heart. Elijah, I beg you, please

let me go! I don't want to be toyed with anymore!"

...

After taking a day off, Joey returned to work and found his boss in an even worse mood than before.

He was a bit confused, so he went to ask Brandon.

"What's up with the boss?"

Brandon sipped his coffee and sighed, "From what I gathered from his driver, he went to Violette

yesterday to make peace, but was brutally rejected."

Joey: "Ah!"

Brandon: "What are you sighing about?"

Joey complained, "I had to drink with Mike to get information from him, and now my headache is killing

me! Does this count as a work injury?"

At noon.

Elijah, with his bodyguards in tow, stormed into the Dennis Group.