Divorced My Stepdad's Brother After Rebirth (Eleanor and Elijah) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 A Different Flavor

But Elijah did nothing.

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Instead, all through the night, Eleanor had the strange sensation of someone gently brushing her forehead.

She wasn’t sure if it was the fever clouding her mind, or if her desperate need for affection from her past life had turned into some kind of illusion.

The next morning, when she woke up, Elijah was no longer at her side. She felt an uncomfortable pressure in her stomach, realizing she urgently needed to use the bathroom.

She didn’t care about anything else and rushed into the bathroom.

What greeted her almost made her forget her urgency.

Elijah was in the shower.

Her first instinct was to turn and bolt out, but before she could move, the bedroom door creaked open. In a panic, she slammed the bathroom door shut.

Outside, Zoey’s voice floated in.

“Elijah, I made breakfast for you. Are you awake?

Eleanor bit her lip, unable to open the door or even look back.

She desperately tried to hide herself in the thick mist of steam, shrinking into the corner, trying to reduce her presence.

But then, something hot and damp pressed against her back. The reality she’d been avoiding

was here.

A wet arm slid over her shoulder, pushing her further into the corner, trapping her.

Eleanor’s body froze in shock. Her legs, still weak from last night, gave way beneath her.

Before she could fall, someone’s arms wrapped ghtly around her waist, his heated chest pressing against her back. In seconds, the thin fabric separating them was soaked, as though the last barrier between them had vanished.

The memories of last night flashed in her mind.

“How many times can you run?”

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Chapter 48 A Different Flavor

Her breath hitched. She spun around, pushing her back against Elijah’s chest.

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“Elijah.” She whispered his name, trying to regain some sense of control, hoping that calling him by his name would bring him back to his senses.

“Zoey’s outside, bringing you breakfast. You should go out. This is… not convenient.”

Perhaps it was the steamy bathroom air, but Eleanor’s face, which had been pale earlier, now carried a faint flush.

She wasn’t just anyone. Logan and Lily treated her with the utmost kindness, especially Logan.

He’d always made sure she had the best of everything, from a beauty card to skin treatments. She’d spent enough time with Lily at spas that her skin now glowed with an almost ethereal. smoothness.

Under the right light, she seemed almost otherworldly, radiating an irresistible allure,

But none of that mattered right now.

Elijah’s gaze grew darker, his breath growing heavier as he closed the space between them. His hands slid down her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“Where is it not convenient?” he murmured, his voice low, dark.

Eleanor stared at him, wide–eyed. In their current state, there was no place that was “convenient.”

Elijah’s hand, which had been pressed against the door, now slid down her back, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her spine through the damp fabric. Her breath caught, and her mind went into a hazy whirl.

“Elijah? Elijah…” She whispered his name again, Her voice a little more desperate now.

From outside, Zoey’s voice came closer, calling his name. “Are you in there, Elijah?”

Eleanor’s body went rigid, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. The thought of Zoey walking in and seeing them like this was enough to send her into a panic.

Zoey, with her deep schemes and acting skills, would never let Eleanor off easily. And Elijah -Elijah always protected Zoey. She knew she had no chance.

Eleanor gripped Elijah’s arm, trying to push it away. “Please, don’t. You love Zoey.”

She hoped that mentioning Zoey’s name might snap him back to reality, make him stop,

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Chapter 43 A Different Flavor

But instead of stopping. Elijah’s hands slid beneath her clothes, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her back, igniting a wave of tremors.

He leaned closer, his lips grazing her car as he muttered, “A different flavor…”