Elijah shook his head, “No, you are.”
Freya denied, “Am I a robber? Can I beat you?”
“You hit me, I didn’t fight back.” Elijah took her hand and placed it on his cheek.
Freya wasn’t clueless.
Even though Elijah spoiled her now.
She couldn’t really hit his face.
A man’s face is his dignity.
Some jokes can be made.
Some cannot.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently whispering in his ear, “How can I hit my husband’s face? You are my heaven.”
Freya knew her limits.
Elijah kissed her, smudging her lipstick, “I know you just know how to make me happy.”
Freya clung to him, wiping his mouth, “I’m only speaking from the heart…”
Elijah bit her finger.
“Ouch.”
She hit his chest.
The two playfully wrestled, and Freya’s clothes were almost torn apart.
They couldn’t hide her graceful figure.
The car stopped, and Elijah wrapped her in a blanket, carrying her out.
The butler was waiting at the door to greet them.
As Elijah walked inside, he asked, “Is dinner ready?”
“It’s ready, you can dine anytime.”
“Alright, have someone bring a basin of hot water to the bedroom.”
“Of course.” The butler immediately arranged for it.
Elijah carried Freya back to the room, and the water was brought in.
He dismissed the servants and placed Freya by the bed.
He put her feet in the water.
“I’ll have the servant bring some medicine later.”
Wrapped in a blanket, Freya said, “It’s okay, once the blisters burst, the fluid inside will come out and it’ll be fine.”
Elijah was still worried, “Does it hurt?”
“No.” She shook her head.
The warm bubbles in the water helped relieve some of the fatigue.
“Oh, by the way.” She remembered the business card she had received and handed it to him.
“It’s a card from a woman, there’s no introduction, I don’t know what she does, just her phone number and address.”
Elijah knew what it was with a glance, took it, and threw it directly into the trash bin.
Freya wondered, “Why throw it away? It seems impolite.”
“It’s not a personal card, it’s from a club.”
Freya curiously asked, “What kind of club?”
Elijah looked at her, a slight smile on his lips, “A wealthy ladies’ club, where rich housewives gather for activities.”
Freya understood.
She had seen it on TV as well, the daily life of wealthy housewives, having afternoon tea, attending parties, shopping.
“These ladies are wealthy and have nothing to do, they gather to gossip and such, as a form of entertainment.”
But Elijah warned, “You are not allowed to join this club.”
Freya was puzzled, “Why not?”
Elijah cryptically replied, “You are too young, this type of club is suitable for older ladies.”
Freya couldn’t understand at all, what reason is this?
What’s the difference between being young and old?
“Are you hungry? Let’s go have something to eat.”
Elijah changed the subject, wiping her feet, “I’ll carry you downstairs.”
“Uh, it’s not necessary.” Freya said, “I’m wearing slippers, it doesn’t hurt at all, I can walk by myself.”
She put on her slippers to show him.
“Okay.” Elijah told her not to show off.
Freya restrained herself, changing into clean clothes and went downstairs with him.
“We have prepared Z cuisine, if you have any dining requirements, please let me know, I can have the kitchen prepare it.” The butler said.
Freya naturally liked Z cuisine.
Elijah waved his hand for the butler to leave first, “You’re not needed here.”
The butler left.
The chef’s skills seemed to be good, every dish was delicious.
Freya was truly hungry, stuffing food into her mouth without any care for her image.
Elijah frowned at her behavior, “Nobody’s competing with you.”
Freya didn’t hold back, she was comfortable the way she was.
No need to act like she did outside, being proper and composed.
Elijah liked her frankness and authenticity.
He served her soup, reminding her, “Don’t choke.”
Suddenly, Freya asked, “You sidestepped everything earlier, you haven’t told me, why can’t young wives join that club?”