As they passed by the hotel entrance, they saw a woman walking out from the circular fountain pool. She was wearing a khaki-colored long coat, with a white floral long skirt underneath and black ankle boots, revealing a slender and fair calf. Despite being heavily pregnant, she didn’t look bloated. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and although her face was covered with a mask, it couldn’t hide the gentleness emanating from her in that moment.
Evan stopped the car. Elijah opened the car door. And they walked towards her. Freya tried to keep her head down and didn’t notice the person approaching her from the opposite direction. Suddenly, her path was blocked. She moved to the side, intending to pass on the right. But as she walked to the right, the person in front of her also moved their footsteps. She tried to go to the left. Once again, she was blocked.
Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a bit annoyed. “Can’t you walk properly? Can’t you see that I’m trying to pass?”
As she raised her head, she saw the person in front of her. Feeling guilty, she quickly lowered her head. Her voice trembled, “Please move aside.”
After that one glance, Elijah recognized her gaze.
Who else could it be if not her?
“Why should I move?”
Came a deep male voice, filled with anger. Freya held onto her belly and turned to leave but Elijah grabbed her delicate wrist. Without a word, he pulled her towards the hotel. Freya panicked. She never expected that as soon as she returned, Elijah would recognize her and even grab her.
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Freya said, trying to sound confident.
Elijah suddenly stopped in his tracks, “Aren’t you Jane?”
This time, Freya was speechless. She couldn’t struggle too much with her big belly, so she could only follow his steps.
Along the way, Elijah led her to the entrance of the room and asked, “Room key.”
Freya’s corner of the eye twitched in disbelief, “How did you know where I was staying?”
Elijah was already impatient, reaching into her pocket. Finding it in the coat pocket, he swiped the card to open the door and pulled her inside. At the moment the door closed, he pressed Freya against the door, his gaze fixed on her, his lips curled into a smile that lacked warmth, only hovering on the surface. There was a sinister feeling of smiling without sincerity. He raised his hand and pulled off her mask. Almost instinctively, Freya turned her face, covering the scarred side.
“Are you avoiding me?” His eyes grew darker, as deep as an unfathomable lake.
Freya lowered her gaze, inexplicably, her voice husky, “I…” Even though she had many words, at this moment, she didn’t know what to say to him.
Should she complain, asking why he didn’t love her? Or should she say that she couldn’t use a child to trap someone who didn’t love her? It all seemed so ridiculous.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked, her words trailing off.
Without warning, his lips pressed against hers, in that instant, it felt like he wanted to devour her, with a hint of ferocity. His fingers, with distinct knuckles, threaded through her hair and held her head, forcing her to yield to the weight of his kiss. The familiar scent made Freya lose her composure, and her handbag slipped from her hand. Slowly, she closed her eyes. Liking someone probably meant that person could easily stir up your emotions. Just like the current Freya. Her mind repeatedly told her to stay calm, but when faced with him, her heart easily became unsettled. The so-called self-control had become a joke. Her hand slowly lifted and rested on his waist, encircling him little by little. She yearned for his scent.
“Whose child is it?”
In the midst of this kiss, his low questioning voice instantly brought her back to reality. She abruptly opened her eyes, her pupils trembling. The next second, she forcefully pushed him away, her fingers curled, a clear sign of her anger in that moment.
He could choose not to love her. But he couldn’t slander her!
Freya trembled all over, raising her hand, and slapped him across the face.