Babel Novel
Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Violette was mulling over in her mind. If that woman wasn't dead, would she be considered the other Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
woman right now?
If that woman was dead, would she just be a replacement for her?
Either way, it was pretty sad.
As Violette's thoughts wandered, Elijah's mind also drifted elsewhere.
"Violette, tell me what you liked about Kaleb!" He pulled out a cigarette pack, his expression hard to
read.
"I don't like him anymore." Violette's voice was a bit muffled.
If she hadn't just cleared things up with him, she might have continued to use Kaleb to annoy him.
Even though that behavior was childish,
Elijah always lost his temper with her over little things.
If she didn't do something to fight back, she'd go crazy.
"So you stopped liking him because you realized he's a loser?" He held the cigarette between his
fingers, not lighting it.
"Is there anything in your eyes besides money?" Violette asked him back. "When Kaleb was pursuing
me, he wrote me love poems every day. Every weekend, he would take me to art exhibitions and
concerts. We talked about beautiful things..."
"Beautiful things? I think it's foolish and ridiculous! It's because his mind was full of how to pick up girls
that his career went downhill." Elijah interrupted her in a deep voice. "This kind of beauty is foolish and
ridiculous!"
Violette: "Elijah, were you born this mature and successful? When I was fifteen, I only liked handsome
boys. At sixteen, I liked boys with good grades. At seventeen, I liked boys who were good at basketball,
and at eighteen, I liked talented boys..."
"I liked Kaleb before, and even if I hate him now, I can't pretend that what happened before never
happened."
"Shut up!" Elijah snapped the cigarette in half between his fingers. "Get back to your room!"
Violette pursed her lips and got up from the couch.
She didn't go back to her room because she was hungry.
She headed straight to the dining room.
"Lacey, is there any food?"
Her casual demeanor made it seem as if someone else had just argued with Elijah.
Lacey immediately prepared dinner for her.
As she sat down in the dining room and unlocked her phone, she saw a message from Odette.
There were three messages in total—
The first one: The date is over! I'm not really interested in him. I feel he's not very masculine. He
doesn't seem to be interested in me either. But because of his family pressure, he said that if I don't
mind, we can go out for dinner next time.
The second one: He told me his parents don't give him much pocket money! How could he possibly
have 1.2 billion! Is there some misunderstanding between you two?
The third one: I decided to go on a date with him this weekend! I have to get to the bottom of this! And,
what was your emergency?
Violette replied to her message: It's hard to explain. I'll tell you when I've organized my thoughts.
After receiving her reply, Odette called her directly.
Violette held her phone and glanced over at the living room.
Elijah was still there.
If she answered the phone, he would definitely hear it.
After hanging up the phone, she replied to Odette: I can't talk right now. Let's meet at school tomorrow
and talk!
At 10:30 pm, Elijah finished taking a shower, wearing a grey silk robe, pacing back and forth in his
room.
His tired legs were now full of energy.
He had been pondering a question.
The question made him frown, and he couldn't get it out of his mind.
After a while, he picked up his phone and called Joey.
"Joey, help me find out if there are any art exhibitions or concerts tomorrow, preferably in the afternoon
or evening."
Joey: "Sure, Mr. Bourne. What type of art exhibition or concert would you like to see?"
This question made him feel embarrassed.
He never went to art exhibitions and concerts.
Even now, he had no interest in them.
"Pick something that girls like to watch." He said.
"Alright, Mr. Bourne. However, different age groups of girls prefer different types..." Joey continued to
probe.
Elijah had never made such a strange request before.