Freya looked at the newcomer.
“Mrs. Jiang, Mr. Silverton instructed me to take you to the rest room,” he said.
Freya did not easily believe, but instead looked at Elijah.
He happened to be looking in their direction.
He nodded slightly, signaling with his eyes that it was his arrangement.
Freya relaxed, saying, “Thank you.”
“Please,” the gentleman walked ahead to show the way.
It turned out that there was a rest room here.
It was spacious and lavishly decorated.
She sat on the couch.
Wanting to massage her ankles, she felt it was not appropriate and resisted the urge.
“Mrs. Jiang, would you like something to drink?” he asked.
“Juice, please,” she said.
“Of course,” he replied respectfully.
He quickly brought her the juice.
Setting it down, he said, “If you need anything, feel free to call me. I’ll be outside the door.”
“Thank you,” Freya said.
As the door closed, she couldn’t completely relax.
One reason was that this was an unfamiliar environment.
The other reason was the lack of security.
She just leaned back on the couch, giving her legs a rest from standing.
Time ticked away.
She was nearly falling asleep from waiting when the door suddenly pushed open.
She instantly woke up, opening her eyes.
Elijah walked in, “Getting bored waiting?”
Freya shook her head, “Not really.”
“Let’s go,” he said.
Freya got up, and Elijah asked softly as he embraced her, “Feeling bored?”
She honestly replied, “A little.”
Elijah smiled, “Next time, if it’s not necessary, I’ll try to postpone it.”
“Don’t,” she didn’t want to affect him.
As they sat in the car, she finally relaxed, covering herself with a blanket, “I want to take a nap.”
From noon to evening, so much time had passed, and she had only had a glass of juice. She was truly tired, hungry, and sleepy.
“Take a nap,” Elijah said.
Freya blinked at him, pitifully asking, “Can I take off my shoes in the car?”
“Hm?” Elijah looked at her feet.
She raised them, “I’m not used to wearing high heels. They’re uncomfortable, and I have blisters on my heels.”
Elijah frowned, “Hm, take them off.”
He reached over and took off both of her shoes.
He massaged her calves, “If the shoes didn’t fit, why didn’t you say so?”
Freya shook her head, “It’s not the shoes, it’s me.”
She didn’t understand how to wear them properly.
Maybe wearing them more often would help her get used to it.
She looked at the man massaging her legs, feeling warm in her heart. She leaned over, hugging him, “You are so good to me now.”
Elijah patted her back, asking her, “Was I not good to you before?”
Freya nodded vigorously, “I still remember, there was a time, or two, you wanted to strangle me.”
Bringing up things from the past.
Elijah coughed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
There were misunderstandings at that time.
And he hadn’t fallen in love with her yet.
His attitude towards her was definitely different.
“Don’t talk about the past,” he ordered.
Freya playfully said, “I’ll remember it for a lifetime. In the future, I’ll tell our two children how you bullied me, and you’ll lose all your authority in front of them. I’ll use you as a negative example to educate them.”
Elijah stared at her, “It seems your feet don’t hurt, you can still talk so smoothly.”
Freya laughed happily.
Her eyes curved, bright as stars.
Today she looked exceptionally beautiful.
In the past, she had a kind of pure beauty.
Today, she was pure yet charming, with a hint of sensuality.
His fingers slid up her legs.
Teasing her as a punishment.
Freya’s smile suddenly faded, and she immediately looked ahead.
After all, Xander was still driving in front.
She glared at Elijah, warning him not to go too far, especially in the car.
Elijah’s smile was ambiguous.
Before she could figure out why he was smiling, a partition suddenly rose up in front.
The front and back seats were separated, creating a separate space in the back.
Elijah became even more audacious.
She was wearing a skirt.
It was easy for him to reach in.
The low-cut neckline, and the straps could be easily moved aside.
There was no way to wear a bra underneath such a dress.
She felt embarrassed and angry, but she dared not make a sound, afraid of being heard in the front.
Elijah knew she had concerns and deliberately pinched her waist, leaning into her ear, “Damaging my reputation will come at a cost.”
Freya bit her lip, stubbornly saying, “I didn’t lie. It was you who bullied me. You won’t let me speak. Your logic is that of a bandit.”
So, what do you think? Would you like me to continue with this style of narrative for the translation?