As Freya walked in, she saw that it wasn’t just Elijah inside, but also Orion.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol!
She didn’t know how much Elijah had drunk.
But it was clear that Orion had had quite a few. He was sprawled on the couch, completely passed out. In the dim light, his flushed cheeks were still visible. His coat had been taken off and tossed aside, his shirt collar was loose, revealing his reddened skin.
Frowning, Freya walked in and checked on Elijah first. Unlike Orion, he wasn’t completely unconscious from drinking. His cheeks weren’t as red, maybe alcohol didn’t affect him as much. But his gaze, as he looked at her, had a hint of confusion.
“You’re here.”
He reached out his hand towards Freya.
She placed her hand in his palm and sat down next to him, saying, “How much did Orion drink?”
Elijah didn’t answer her, instead, he stared at her with deep eyes.
Freya felt a tingling sensation on her scalp under his gaze and asked, trying to avoid eye contact, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your first concern wasn’t for me, but for another man.”
Freya hesitated, unable to find the right words to respond.
She glanced at him and said, “You’re really drunk.”
If he were sober, he wouldn’t have said something like that.
“I’ll help you out.”
She held onto Elijah’s arm.
She was slender, and she couldn’t support him alone.
Evan walked over and suggested, “I’ll have someone take Orion back first, and then come back to help you?”
Seeing how drunk Orion was, Freya agreed, saying, “Sure.”
Evan called for the staff to help carry Orion out of the private room.
Soon, it was just Freya and Elijah left in the room.
She asked, “Can you walk?”
Freya was unsure if Elijah needed someone to support him.
“I’m not drunk.” He held onto Freya’s hand, leaning his body against her and whispered near her ear, “Freya…”
Freya quickly stood up.
It wasn’t intentional.
It was just a reflex.
When she felt Elijah’s breath, tinged with a hint of alcohol, getting closer to her, she suddenly remembered Ronan kissing her.
She recoiled, not because of Elijah. She couldn’t be as close to Elijah as before since that incident.
Elijah was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his drunken appearance, “Come here.”
He reached out his hand.
Freya pursed her lips, “I didn’t mean to react that way just now.”
Elijah understood. He wasn’t angry. Nor did he mind.
In fact, he wasn’t really drunk.
He hadn’t drunk much.
He had just been listening to Orion complain here.
All those empty bottles were Orion’s doing. He pretended to be drunk just to get closer to Freya.
However, the shadow in her heart hadn’t disappeared. Even his proximity could her repulsion.
Freya said, “Let me take you back, can you walk?”
Elijah held onto her hand, “I want to hold you.”
Freya looked at him for a few seconds, and she took a step towards him.
Elijah tugged her hand slightly, causing Freya to fall onto his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his chest.
Freya’s slender body nestled in his arms.
At this close proximity, she could clearly smell his unique, crisp scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol. She tried to suppress her emotions. But she trembled slightly. In her mind, all she could think of were the scenes of her being violated.
Her slender and delicate neck, with slight visible veins, became tense due to excessive nervousness. “I…”
As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice came out hoarse.
Elijah pressed her head against his chest, “Freya, don’t worry, it’s not your fault.”
Freya didn’t agree. If she knew exactly what had happened, maybe she could convince herself or choose to forget selectively. But since she didn’t know exactly what had happened, she could help but imagine.
She imagined what vile things Ronan had done while she was unconscious. She tried her best to steady her emotions. “I have a question, and you have to answer me honestly.”