"So you can blame me for something I didn't do?" Elijah's low voice sounded almost pitiful.
Was he secretly an actor? Why was he so good at acting?
Louisa had no idea what to say.
Suddenly, his freshly wiped fingers tapped clearly against the plate in front of him. Even though he had peeled a mountain of lobster chunks, there was only one piece in his own plate.
"I've peeled plenty of shellfish before, but you're the first one apart from me who got to enjoy them."
Was he giving her an explanation?
Why did he need to give her an explanation?
Louisa didn't know why he was saying such things, but she replied, "I'm a lucky woman, then."
"Lucky? By marrying me, you hit the jackpot," Elijah said. He really knew how to compliment himself without feeling the slightest bit sheepish.
Even though she still had no idea what he was trying to accomplish, their conversation had just proved why he wanted to marry her. "It'd be easy for someone like you to get rid of me. You don't have to put on such an act."
Louisa then stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
Sadena's nights were extremely cold. Louisa no longer felt the comfort she had when she first got off the plane.
Her heart was much colder compared to the icy air against her skin.
Elijah had only married her for revenge.
In fact, it might not just have been revenge. He was using his own complicated, twisted way to mock her. He could show her the most gentle, thoughtful side of himself, but he could also stab her right where it hurt the most and take her breath away.
He could be soft-spoken and sweet, but sometimes he was just as sharp-tongued and mean.
As expected of Elijah. Even his methods of revenge were different from what others used.
The same car that brought them to the restaurant picked them up as well. The journey to Elijah's home was even more silent.


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