Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 51



Chapter 51

Violette was flustered under his intense and stern gaze.

"You mean about leaving early?" She pondered for a moment before explaining to him, "A classmate

texted me, saying they wanted a picture with you after the show. I figured you wouldn't want to take a

picture with a stranger, and I didn't want to explain to my classmate why I was with you."

"Why?" His tone was icy cold.

"If I were to explain, a few simple sentences wouldn't do it justice...and besides, there's a huge gap

between us, not just in terms of our status, but also...our age. Would you even want to chat with my From NôvelDrama.Org.

friends? We're so immature...What if my friends keep bothering you because of our relationship?

Wouldn't that be annoying? Isn't it better to avoid unnecessary trouble?"

The most crucial point was that their divorce could happen at any time, it's not like they were definitely

going to stay together forever.

Imagine if she told her friends about their relationship today, and they get divorced tomorrow...how

awkward would that be?

It's better to wait until everything is over.

Her detailed and patient answer calmed him down a lot.

Her concerns were not entirely unreasonable.

He really didn't want to meet her friends.

Besides her, he didn't want to know any other young, immature people.

"You can go back to your room now," he said indifferently.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She peeled a banana and insistently handed it to him, "This is a red banana I bought, I love it. I think

it's much tastier than regular bananas, you should try it."

Her face was full of anticipation as she looked at him.

Seeing the banana peel was a bit black, he was a bit disgusted in his heart, but he didn't want to reject

her kindness.

He took a bite of the peeled red banana she handed him.

The banana was a bit sour as soon as it entered his mouth.

After chewing it, it had a hint of sweetness.

Overall, it was sour-sweet and mushy, different from regular bananas.

"Don't mind its black peel, the inside is still good," she said, her eyes sparkling like a galaxy of stars,

"Thank you for inviting me to the concert this afternoon, even though we couldn't make it because of an

accident, I still want to thank you."

She finished nervously, and before he could respond, she quickly retreated to her room and closed the

door.

Elijah thought:

Is this how she says thank me?

Although he could feel her sincerity, she could at least wait for him to finish eating!

The next day.

Seeing that Violette hadn't come out for breakfast, and Elijah was stubbornly waiting in the living room.

Although he didn't say why he was waiting, Lacey guessed he was waiting for Violette to come out and

eat together.

Lacey walked to the bedroom door, knocked, and when there was no response, she opened the door.

After seeing the scene in the room, Lacey immediately went to the living room and said to Elijah, "she

is asleep on the table. I suspect she might have stayed up all night. Sir, why don't you..." why don't you

have breakfast first!

Before she could finish her sentence, Elijah had already risen from the sofa and was striding towards

the bedroom.

He picked her up from the chair and put her on the bed.

She was sleeping soundly.

Despite the big movement, she didn't notice at all.

Maybe she had just fallen asleep.

Was she working so hard on her paper?

He looked at her laptop on the table.

Her laptop was a bit old, a model from a few years ago, and the brand wasn't very popular anymore.

No wonder when her laptop broke, she went to his study to use his computer.

He walked to her desk and then pressed the power button.

After a while, the screen lit up.

There weren't many icons on the computer screen.

There was her paper, and a file named "Plan".

He opened the "Plan" file without hesitation.

The title of the file was enlarged and bolded, very conspicuous.

The title was - Divorce Plan Within Three Months!


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