Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 606

Violette felt a chill creep up her spine upon hearing his voice. He didn't go to work today? Had he been waiting for her to wake up?

With an embarrassed turn, she looked at him. He was dressed in his suit, and his face was stern. The light filtering in from the window fell upon him, making him seem even colder.

"I sent a message using your phone," she confessed. "I admit it was wrong of me to take your phone without permission, but you didn't consult me when you decided to cut off Kylee either."

She admitted her fault, but she didn't regret her actions.

"Violette..."

"What do you want? Are you going to hold this against me? I didn't agree to stay over last night, you perv!" Violette snapped with her chin raised defiantly. "If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut and let this slide."

Elijah was rendered speechless by her words.

Watching the two of them arguing, Lacey immediately stepped in to mediate. "Violette, lunch is ready. You must be hungry. Why don't you come and eat?"

Before Violette could refuse, her stomach gave a loud grumble. She hadn't had breakfast, and her hunger was gnawing at her. Ever since her belly had grown, her appetite had increased. Even mild bouts of nausea couldn't dampen her hunger.

Elijah felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him. His anger cooled instantly.

"Sir, go have your meal! Don't be upset with Violette. She's pregnant, and it's quite tough on her," Lacey advised, taking the coffee cup from Elijah's hand after Violette had left for the dining room.

Lacey's words had an effect. Elijah considered Violette's actions. She had sent a message to a journalist from his phone. So what? It wasn't as if she'd leaked his nudes. It was merely a slap to his ego. But compared to the baby in her belly, his pride was insignificant.

In the dining room.

They sat opposite each other. Violette was so hungry that she was focused solely on her food.

"Slow down, or you’ll choke," he reminded her, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She paused, then calmly picked up her soup bowl and took a sip. Perhaps it was because she was full, but she suddenly felt like making conversation.

"Elijah, I heard there's a woman at your company who looks a lot like me."

"You're referring to Melinda's cousin?"

"Do you think she looks like me?" She put down her soup bowl and looked at him calmly.

Elijah. "She only bears a superficial resemblance."

"Oh, do you find her prettier, or me?"

Elijah glanced at her. "Are you full? Your question is rather boring."

"Why won't you answer my question? Even if you say she's prettier, I won't do anything to you. I'm not like you, who always gets angry," she goaded him into answering.

He put down his fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said seriously, "If I thought she was prettier than you, and so attractive as to bewitch me, the woman in my bed last night would have been her, not you."

Violette felt awkward. Why did he have to bring up last night?

Seeing her frown, he teased, "I thought someone just said they don't get angry."

"I'm not angry. I'm just annoyed," Violette voiced her feelings. "Do they think I attracted you with my looks? Ridiculous. My personality is far superior to my looks."

The coldness in his eyes melted away, and he joked, "Yes, I was completely smitten by your personality last night."

His words gave her goosebumps. "I'm full. I'll go now."

"I'll walk you out." He rose to his feet and followed her.