It was obvious that the outfit she was wearing was not a combination of pants and a top.
Freya smiled, the curve of her lips rising slightly, adding a hint of charm to her smile. “Do you want it?”
For the first time, Elijah felt teased.
His dark pupils gradually brightened, filled with a smile, as he replied in a low and deep voice, “Yes.”
Freya looked at him, teasingly opening the outer robe of her nightgown with her fingers, delicately saying, “You must catch it, don’t let it fall on the ground and get dirty.”
Elijah couldn’t help but chuckle.
Was this woman out of her mind today?
He said, “Alright, I’ll catch it.”
The black silk slipped off Freya’s body, revealing her fair and delicate skin. The thin straps seemed like they could break at any moment, and the soft satin enveloped her slender and shapely figure.
She laughed, “Did I drop it?”
She held onto her clothes, her hand reaching outside the railing.
As long as she let go, it would fall!
Elijah raised his hand.
Freya couldn’t resist the blush as she held onto her clothes shyly, “Forget it, I’m embarrassed.”
She turned and walked back into the room.
She ran upstairs, about to change her clothes when the door was pushed open.
She turned her head.
And saw Elijah standing at the door.
He leaned against the door, gazing deeply at her. “Don’t get dressed.”
Freya looked at him with uncertain eyes, “Is it nice?”
Elijah looked her up and down, her face, her lips, her neck, her every part, every inch, nothing escaped his gaze.
“Nice.”
She looked up, her eyelashes trembling. “Really?”
Elijah took a step closer, reaching for her hand, removed her outer robe, and casually tossed it onto the bed. “Just wear this, I like it.”
Freya bit her lip and threw herself into his arms. “Do you know?”
Elijah wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her fragrant hair. “Know what?”
“I doubt myself for the first time, Elijah.”
She had always felt she was right.
No regrets.
But in court, they were aggressive, regardless of right or wrong, emphasizing non-compliance with regulations, making her feel powerless.
She couldn’t imagine if the director really died.
Would his family sue her?
Put her in jail?
Elijah rubbed her back, soothingly saying, “Indulging yourself can relieve your emotions, right?”
Freya kissed his cheek. “Yes, I’ve never worn something so…”
She asked, “Is it sexy?”
Elijah answered, “Yes, this outfit. When did you buy it? I’ve never seen it before.”
“Today.” Freya looked at him and asked, “Is Thorne’s matter handled?”
“I handed the person over to Evan.” Elijah lifted her onto the bed. “Let’s not think about it.”
This time, Thorne was in deep trouble!
Freya pondered for a moment. “My situation may not be as easy to resolve.”
Elijah placed her on the bed, leaning over her.
His fingertips wandered on her shoulders. “Tonight, let’s not talk about personal matters, okay?”
Freya took the shoulder strap off her chest, tilted her head, and offered soft lips.
Everything that followed was natural.
Initially, Freya couldn’t sleep.
After an intense night of passion, she felt drowsy.
…
Morning.
The sun rose slowly, the light streaming in through the curtains.
Indoors.
Clothes strewn all over, a men’s suit jacket, a shirt, a belt, trousers, and a black satin nightgown.
On the bed, Freya snuggled into Elijah’s arms, sleeping soundly.
Buzz…
The sound of a vibrating phone woke Elijah up. He went to look at the table.
But the phone wasn’t there.
It seemed to be in the pocket of the clothes on the floor.
He furrowed his brow, annoyed that the phone was ringing at this hour.
Freya was also woken up by the noise, groggily asking, “Whose phone is ringing?”
Elijah got off the bed to find it and found it in the clothes, it was Freya’s.
There was an unfamiliar number on the screen.
He handed her the phone.
Still half-asleep, Freya answered without looking, “This is Freya.”
The voice on the other end said…