Elijah stood at the door, watching Freya’s every move. He took a step forward and walked in.
Freya asked, “Have you had dinner?”
Elijah didn’t answer, instead he walked straight to her and reached out to touch her scarred face.
Freya looked at him and joked, “This is how I am, marrying you. Will people say you married an ugly woman?”
“No one dares to say that,” Elijah lightly caressed her cheek.
“But they might say it behind our backs.”
Freya pulled his hand away. “Go wash up, I’ll go downstairs to check on the kids.”
Elijah held onto her hand. “There are people taking care of the kids. I can tell something’s off about you today.”
Freya said, “My mom suggested getting scar removal surgery. She said it’s not good for me to look like this.”
Elijah smiled and said, “It’s not good indeed.”
Freya immediately widened her eyes and stared at him. “Didn’t you say you don’t care?”
Elijah chuckled, “I don’t care!”
“Then why did you say it’s not good?”
Did he dislike her current appearance too?
He always said he didn’t care, but was it just empty words?
“So, you’re not an exception either. You’re just like everyone else, inevitably preferring a beautiful face. Now that I look like this, you must be disgusted. Finally, you admit it…”
Elijah frowned.
Why did she suddenly become so sensitive?
He was just joking.
Elijah held her in his arms. “Are you angry?”
Freya pouted and struggled, “Let go of me…”
“No, I want to prove to you that I don’t care.” He held her tightly and kissed her face. “How about I make myself look like you? Then we’ll match, right?”
Freya was both annoyed and amused. “You’re really annoying.”
Elijah held onto her and refused to let go. “I truly don’t dislike you.”
“I know,” Freya lost her temper due to his teasing.
“Well, I’ll prove it to you,” Elijah became more audacious. His hand slipped into her pajamas.
Freya instantly became flustered.
“I know, stop teasing… it tickles.”
“Where does it tickle? Let me scratch it for you.”
The two of them played around and ended up falling onto the bed. Freya’s clothes were loosened, and her hair was messy. Elijah kissed her lips and held her hand against his chest. “Everything inside here is you.”
Freya remained silent. His sudden sweet words made her blush. The teasing was getting out of hand. Freya pressed her hands against his strong chest and asked again, “Have you had dinner?”
Elijah tugged at his collar and said, “No.”
“I’ll make something for you. What do you want to eat?”
“Anything is fine.”
Freya replied, “Go take a shower.” She extracted herself from under Elijah.
Their current residence was unusually spacious. There was no one in the living room. Elowen and Linda were in the room playing with the children. Freya went to the kitchen. She quickly made fried rice with shrimp, rehydrated sea cucumber, and shiitake mushrooms. She also heated a bowl of soup.
By the time she finished cooking, Elijah had finished showering and came downstairs wearing pajamas. He walked into the kitchen and hugged Freya from behind as she stood in front of the stove. He leaned his chin on her shoulder affectionately. “Smell so good.”
Freya said, “I’m a good cook, right?”
His voice became lower as he whispered in her ear, “You smell good.”
Freya pursed her lips and nudged him with her elbow. “Stop fooling around and come eat.”
“I’ll help you.”
Freya let him serve the fried rice. She put on oven mitts and brought the heated soup to the table and sat down beside him.
Elijah looked up. “Have some too.”
“I’ve already eaten, I can’t eat anymore now.” She propped her chin on her hand and looked at Elijah. “Is it delicious?”
Elijah smiled and deliberately said, “It’s just average.”
Freya rolled her eyes.
At that moment, the phone in the house rang. Freya went to answer it. It was Evan on the other end of the line. His voice sounded urgent. “Where’s Mr Silverton?”
“Is there something wrong?”
“Yes.”
Freya handed the phone to Elijah and whispered, “It’s Evan, seems like something’s up.”
Elijah took it and answered, “What’s the matter?”