The Marvelous Elijah's Return novel Chapter 70

I will let Peach go 

With a dead-serious expression on his face, he met Peach’s tears eyes as she sniffed softly, making sure her gaze was locked on his, and he reached out and cupped her chin, saying softly, “Do you really hate me?” 

Slowly, Peach shook her head, lowering her gaze slightly and muttering, “No… I love you. And, it feels a million times harder because I can’t hate you… Why did you have to put me through that? I told you to stay in the car!” 

In silence, Elijah watched her struggle to hold back a sob, his heart breaking as she stared at the floor with puffy eyes and hiccups, her hands clasped together. 

“Why are you so emotional, Peach?” Elijah asked, his brows furrowing deeply as he continued to hold her chin, tilting it upwards so that he could see her face clearly. “Why do you look so fragile like the day your mother got hurt?… I’m just a lowlife loser with a gangster impulse, so why do you feel so vulnerable for me?” 

“Because you messed up my heart, Elijah. It doesn’t care about your damn status, what the hell you are … And it never will. But… it does love you. And I don’t care if you’re poor or rich, or whatever you can call yourself, but it will always choose you.” She whispered in tears. “My heart loves and cares too much for just the man that you are.” 

Silence fell between them, and for some reason, Elijah suddenly felt a wave of emotions rushing through his heart, his lips pulled into a smile as he gazed into her teary eyes, his hands still cupping her chin. He took in a shaky breath, and with an emotionless face, he uttered in a flat tone, “You should get some sleep.” Mustering up the courage for self-control, Elijah moved his hands from her cheeks and then stood up, turning to leave the room. 

“How long are you going to keep punishing me for another woman’s sin against you… It’s not fair at all.” Peach whimpered, reaching out hastily and locking his wrist in her grip. Hesitantly, he halted in his movements, letting out a sigh, and turned around and bent down, lowering his gaze on her, his eyes boring into hers for a few seconds before saying quietly.” I’m sorry. So damn sorry. But the situation isn’t right. It’s not fair… I know…” Watching her eyes, the confusion and hurt within them, he cupped her cheeks and leaned closer, kissing her forehead, then pressing his nose against hers and inhaling deeply, taking note of the smell of lavender shampoo on her hair. Brushing his palm against her cheek before stroking his thumb on her lips slowly, hesitating, and then leaning in closer and whispering, “But I promise to make things right with you. I swear, Peach…” 

And with a gentle smile, he kissed her softly on her forehead, and then he pulled back, standing up straight and leaving without saying another word. When Elijah shut the door, he stopped, gazing at Miss Grace, standing, her arms crossed over her chest with that same angry, confused, and disappointed expression that had filled her eyes just moments ago. 

“We should talk” Elijah stated, ignoring the fact that she was glaring daggers at him, “About everything, right now.” 

Even though his tone carried a calm rhythm, she could see it in his eyes that he was furious with her, and she nodded. 

Both of them headed to Elijah’s room, silence shadowing the air, neither wanting to utter anything that would upset the other. 

When they got inside his room, Elijah sat down on the edge of the bed while Miss Grace stood a short distance away, her arms crossed.