“Elijah, you can choose not to love me, but you cannot insult me.” After saying this, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it, about to open the door when Elijah held her hand, “I’m sorry.”
He was overwhelmed by Sivin’s words. That was why he spoke without thinking. Sivin’s words really struck a chord with him. Besides, Freya was evidently pregnant.
“Freya, if I don’t love a woman, even if she bears me ten children, I wouldn’t be with her. When I said I was with you because of Kai, it was because I didn’t want Thorne to hurt you. The more I show that I care about you, the more it would be harmful to you…”
Freya raised her head, forgetting about the scars on her face, only feeling shocked, devastated.
Was it a misunderstanding?
Elijah’s gaze fell on her scars, his pupils growing darker. His throat tightened, unable to make a sound. Freya noticed his gaze and snapped back to her senses. She hurriedly tried to cover up, her hands in a flurry, brushing her hair and pulling up her collar. A woman should always present herself in a pleasing manner, and of course, she didn’t want the man she liked to see her in such an ugly state.
She buried her head low, “Don’t look at me…”
Elijah cupped her face, making her look at him. Their eyes met, one wanting to avoid, the other filled with deep affection. He looked at the scars extending from her face to her neck, the burn marks with uneven texture, creased and reddened. It was truly unsightly. But for Elijah, all he could feel was heart-wrenching and tender affection.
Freya’s eyes glistened with tears. “Stop looking, it’s ugly.” She didn’t like being looked at like that by him. It was as if her ugliest side had been exposed.
Elijah embraced her, his face against her injured cheek, whispering gently in her ear, “It’s not ugly.”
Freya knew how she looked. “You’re lying to me.”
“No, I’m not,” he said sincerely. He tenderly caressed her, saying, “It must have hurt a lot at that time.” He kissed her forehead, remorsefully murmuring, “I’m sorry.”
He blamed himself for not protecting her. That was why Freya was caught by Thorne. It was he who had not thought things through but said those words that made her misunderstand and leave with anger, carrying their child.
Freya leaned on his chest. “How did you know I was here?” She couldn’t understand how Elijah found her. When they were in Country M, he didn’t even notice her.
“Sivin, I won’t let him off.” Elijah gritted his teeth. He almost fell for Sivin’s trap. The expression on Sivin’s face when he said those words was clearly deliberate, trying to provoke him, wanting to see him angry.
“Sivin?” Freya was genuinely surprised.
“He told me that you fell in love with someone else and did everything to leave me…”
“He said that?” Freya looked up at him. “So you believed that I had someone else and was pregnant?”
“I… I didn’t believe it.” he avoided eye contact with guilty. Although, at that moment, he was angry. But, if he didn’t believe it, he wouldn’t have been so furious.
Some of the things Sivin said were not entirely unreasonable. Sivin said that Freya left because she didn’t love him. What if it was true? After all, Elijah wasn’t completely sure of the reason why Freya left. But now it was clear. She did leave because of a misunderstanding of his words.
“Elijah, do you also feel guilty sometimes?”
When he said that line, ‘Whose child is it?’ it hurt a little.
“I happen to have something to ask Sivin, why he said those things. Will you come with me?” she asked. Actually, she wanted to verify if those words were really said by Sivin. She had disappeared for a few months; it was understandable Elijah had doubts when he saw her with a big belly. This only meant that they didn’t know each other well enough, didn’t trust each other.
Of course, Elijah wouldn’t refuse. But not today.
“Let’s go tomorrow…” Said he.
“It’s urgent, tomorrow might be too late.” Freya said.
Elijah, helpless, could only comply with her and take her along.
They soon arrived at Sivin’s house. Freya pressed the doorbell, and the door opened quickly.