Elijah lowered his gaze, staring deeply at her.
Freya smiled, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?”
She tiptoed, encircling her arms around his neck, and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met, and Elijah’s stiff body trembled. She pulled away gently, “Are you angry?”
Before Elijah could answer, she continued, “I read the diary I wrote.”
Elijah subtly raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised that she would bring it up herself. Freya held onto his neck, standing on her toes to rest her chin on his shoulder. She lightly brushed against his sexy neck.
“When I wrote that diary, I was only fourteen or fifteen, in my adolescence, still unaware of what liking or love meant, and had vague feelings towards the opposite sex. But after that period, I had long forgotten about that person.”
“Is that so?” Elijah half-believed.
“Yes, you’ve been acting strange, and I realized you were upset because of that diary. I took a look and understood why you were unhappy. I threw away that diary because it holds no significance or need for me to keep. You are my future.”
Facing Freya’s honesty, his heart surged.
His eyes were pitch-black, “Freya.”
Freya looked at him, “Hmm?”
Elijah held her chin, slightly lifting it, and leaned down to kiss her lips. Their kiss deepened, passionate and lingering. His aggression was overwhelming, and Freya almost lost her balance. Elijah held onto her slender and soft waist, which felt delicate and fragile, like a willow branch that could snap with a little force. He lifted her and placed her on the low cabinet beside the window, parting her legs and standing between them. This position made Freya blush. She lightly bit her lip, “It’s not good to do it here…”
Elijah pulled the curtains shut.
Freya pushed him away, “Wait, I haven’t showered.”
“It’s okay.” Elijah kissed her again, his hand skillfully unbuttoning her collar, tracing along her delicate collarbone, slipping inside, and gripping her tender skin.
Freya bit her lip, enduring while Elijah made a forceful advance. All that remained was an endless surge. Freya was soft as water, while Elijah was fierce like fire. This was bound to be an intense and passionate affair…
Twenty days later, the big day was approaching. Only three days left until the wedding. Freya’s injuries had healed. Her appearance had mostly returned to normal, with just a faint trace of the wounds that could only be seen upon closer inspection. With the application of some topical medication, they were almost completely healed. Now that the wedding date had been set, there were many things to take care of.
Yesterday, she had tried on the wedding dress and had her hair and makeup done, and she was satisfied with the results. No flaws could be found. The wedding dress was a custom-made design from a well-known foreign brand, and Elijah personally selected the style. He knew her body well and knew what kind of clothes would make her look beautiful. Although Elijah took care of most of the arrangements, as the wedding day approached, there were still many things that she needed to finalize herself.
Sacha and Luna were upstairs, decorating the new house. Freya, feeling tired, lazily curled up on the couch with Kai in her arms. He was eating strawberries and playing with a Transformers toy.
“Mama,” Kai pouted.
Freya bent down and wiped his mouth with a tissue, stuffing the leftover strawberry into his mouth and giving him a bigger, redder one. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Linda went to answer it, and there were three men in black suits standing at the door, tall and muscular. They had black sunglasses on their faces. They wore white gloves and carried leather suitcases. Their presence was overwhelming, and Linda was taken aback by the imposing sight. “Who… who are you?”