Whether it was itchiness or something else, Freya kept moving around restlessly.
She wrapped her arms around Elijah’s neck, her face pressed against his, and she softly cooed, “I’m hot, so hot.”
Her face blushing pink.
Droplets of water covered her graceful figure.
She wriggled in his embrace.
Incredibly enticing.
Like an enchanting fairy!
Elijah lowered his gaze, dampness covering it.
Veiled in mist.
His restrained Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his voice husky, “Don’t move, it’ll be over soon.”
“Ugh…”
She struggled, “Suffocating.”
The bathroom must be stuffy.
“Done.”
He had to firmly grab her restless hands.
Elijah washed her hair.
Foamy bubbles.
After washing, he lifted her out of the tub, both standing under the showerhead to rinse off the bubbles.
Throughout the process, Freya’s body stayed pressed close to his.
After rinsing, he wrapped a bathrobe around himself and then tried to dress Freya, but she didn’t cooperate.
Just took a shower, already feeling hot.
“Hot.” She refused to wear it.
Elijah was almost sweating from her antics.
He had to settle for wrapping her up.
Like a cocoon, he carried her out of the bathroom.
Linda wasn’t around, Elowen was looking after the children.
No one in the living room.
He carried Freya upstairs.
Into the bedroom, he laid her on the bed.
Freya tugged at the bathrobe, undressing herself.
She was too hot.
Elijah sighed as he dried her hair.
“You can’t drink anymore in the future.”
Almost drove him crazy.
After tidying up, Elijah cuddled her to sleep.
After a bath, sleeping must be comfortable.
Freya slept heavily.
She woke up at noon, pressing her temples.
Her head hurt.
And it felt heavy.
“So thirsty.”
She croaked.
Elijah brought her a glass of water.
Half asleep, she took it and slowly woke up, asking, “What time is it?”
“Past ten.”
She got up, “So late.”
Drinking the water, she put the glass on the table beside the bed.
She adjusted her bathrobe, revealing her naked body.
“Did you bathe me?” she asked.
Elijah lightly nodded, “All covered in vomit, wouldn’t it be a waste not to wash it off?”
Freya, “…”
Was she a thing?
If she got dirty, would she be thrown away?
“You didn’t go to the office?” she asked.
Elijah sat by the bed, looking at her, “I was waiting for you!”
“Waiting for me?” Freya was a bit confused and scratched her head, “Waiting for me to do what?”
“Last night, you said sorry to me, did you do something that made me feel sorry?”
Freya frowned, “I said sorry to you?”
Elijah nodded firmly.
Freya couldn’t remember.
She didn’t remember saying that.
“I forgot, just talking nonsense after drinking.” She tried to get off the bed, but Elijah held her hand, “You said you were upset.”
“Drinking makes me upset, I might not have expressed it clearly.” Freya leaned closer to him, blowing hot air in his ear, coquettishly, “Elijah, when did you become so sensitive? You take seriously what I say when I’m drunk?”
Elijah deeply gazed at her for a few seconds.
Freya met his gaze.
Not finding any trace of her lying, he looked away, “Don’t drink in the future.”
Standing up, Elijah said, “Come down and have something to eat.”
She agreed.
Elijah went downstairs.
As the door closed, Freya finally relaxed her tense nerves.
She let out a long sigh.
She slapped her forehead.
One can’t drink alcohol carelessly.
She got up and dressed.
Going downstairs, she saw Elijah still at home.
She asked, “Aren’t you going to the office today?”
“I’m waiting for you,” Elijah replied.
Freya, “…”
Did she ever say she wanted to go to the office with him?
What was she supposed to do at the office?
Walking downstairs, she said, “I’m not going, I’ll stay home with Kai.”
Elijah’s gaze turned towards her, “Are you sure?”
Freya, “…”
Did she ever mention wanting to go to the office with him?
What was she supposed to do at the office?
She walked down, “I’m not going, I’ll stay home with Kai.”
Elijah’s gaze was indifferent as he said, “Are you sure?”
Freya, “…”