Elijah had posed his question softly, but it was a very forceful one. He had been pissed off already, not just because Louisa had praised Zachary. It had begun the second he saw Zachary.
Louisa agreed immediately, "Alright!"
He was feeling rebellious now. The more Louisa turned him down, the more he wanted it. She might as well placate him.
Louisa raised a finger to push him away. However, before she could straighten back up, Elijah leaned over again, draping over her shoulder. He ordered, "Don't talk."
Elijah closed his eyes. Louisa thought he just wanted to enjoy a moment of silence, but when the weight on her shoulder increased, she realized that he'd fallen asleep.
What a man. Why did he need to fall asleep on her shoulder?
The weight on her shoulder was uncomfortable, but Louisa didn't move, instead side-eyeing him. He had a sharp nose and long eyelashes. No matter which angle one looked at him from, he was perfect. If Louisa were to answer his question about what was great about him, she would say the only thing good about him was his face.
Although Elijah looked similar to Zachary, he still lost to him in terms of his vibes. Only his mouth…
Louisa's eyes fell on his parted lips. Even asleep, he couldn't close his mouth. His sharp tongue must've been a natural trait.
While he was sleeping, Louisa took the opportunity to look at him closely from head to toe. In the end, she turned to look outside at the scenery flashing by.
"Mrs. Holten, we're here!" When the driver spoke, Louisa had been on the verge of drifting off.
She immediately peeled her eyes open. Without even looking out, she began patting Elijah to wake him up.
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