Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 18

"Take a seat." His gaze swept over her body subtly.

"Alright." She walked over and sat down on the couch across from him.

On the small table, there was a laptop.

The laptop screen was facing her, displaying a CCTV footage.

Upon close examination, it could be discerned that it was a CCTV footage of his bedroom.

The angle of the footage was centered on the bed

, where there were him and her.

Upon recognizing what was on the screen, Violette's heart pounded in her chest!

She abruptly stood up, pointing at the laptop, and rebuked, "Elijah! Are you a freakin' perv?! Installing

cameras in your bedroom?!"

She was so pissed she couldn't contain herself!

She had almost forgotten that she had shared a bed with him for three months.

Those three months, he was in a vegetative state, so she didn't consider him a man.

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She couldn't digest the fact that she had been spied on for three months!

When she first moved into his room, no one told her there were cameras.

Seeing her trembling with rage, Elijah felt an odd sense of calm.

"Why do you think I installed the cameras?"

He too only found out today that during his illness, his room had been bugged.

The cameras were installed by his mother, and t

he purpose was to prevent any mistreatment from the caregivers.

Who would be afraid of him now that he was a patient, no matter how intimidating he used to be?

Elijah wasn't angry with his mother because he knew she meant well.

He got all the footage from his mother

, and had roughly gone through the videos today.

After watching them, his blood pressure skyrocketed from anger.

He couldn't believe that Violette was that kind of woman.

"Oh...so your mom installed them?" Violette seemed a bit nervous, feeling like she was on fire, "She

should have at least told me! I...I..."

"Violette, you never thought I'd wake up, did you?" His eyes were ablaze with anger, "While I was sick,

you were toying with my body, having a great time, weren't you?"

Violette blushed and sat back down: "No! I wasn't toying! I was just massaging you! To prevent muscle

atrophy!"

After marrying into the Bourne family, she had seen the caregivers performing muscle exercises on

Elijah a few times, then she took over, b

ecause she felt awkward being in the room when the caregivers were performing the exercises.

Violette's firm tone made him doubt if he had misunderstood her.

However, the CCTV footage told the whole story.

"Watch the videos." He didn't want to hear her excuses.

She reluctantly pressed the play button, her fingers trembling.

Of course, she knew what she had done.

But she couldn't admit that she was toying with his body.

She was just...touching...a little...

If she knew he would wake up, she wouldn't have dared to do that.

If she knew there were cameras in the room, she would rather cut off her own hand than touch him!

Oh God!

She slightly turned her head away, not wanting to watch the video on the screen.

Even though she really, really didn't want to look, she still caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye.

Elijah didn't disappoint her, the CCTV footage in the laptop was all the proof needed.

The video clearly documented her 'exploitation' of his body.

"Elijah, let me explain." Violette took a deep breath, deciding to make an excuse for her actions, "The

doctor said you were on the brink of death, so I never thought you would wake up. And...I was really

trying to help you with your physical rehab, you can't just see me slacking off and ignore the times I

was working...you're doing so well now, at least half of that is thanks to me."

Hearing her excuses, Elijah felt a slight headache coming on.

"Let me find the parts where I was massaging you..." Violette refused to back down, her finger sliding

on the touch screen.

A minute later—

"Oh my God!" Violette, clutching the laptop, abruptly stood up.

Her cheeks were red as if they were bleeding.

"You've seen all of it, haven't you?! You've seen all the footage in here, right?!" She verified repeatedly,

her mind in a whirl.

Elijah knew why she was reacting so hugely.

He calmly replied in a concise manner, "Of course."

"Ahhh! Elijah! You bastard! Who gave you the right to watch me?! You pervert!" Violette was so angry

her teeth chattered.

She had just seen herself without clothes on in the video!

She would sometimes forget to bring her clothes into the bathroom and then just walk out naked.

After all, he was in a vegetative state, so she had no reservations!

She couldn't have dreamed...that there were cameras in the room!

"You're blaming me for your nudity?" Elijah found her line of thought peculiar, after a swallow, he coldly

said in a low voice, "Apart from your skin that seems to glow, I don't see anything special."

"You—" Violette's eyes welled up with tears, she was so angry she was about to lose it, "Who asked

you to comment on my body?! If you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all! I'm going to

delete all the footage!"

She took his laptop and briskly walked back to her room.

The door was slammed shut.

The driver was smoking outside.

Hearing Violette's intermittent shrieks and the sound of her slamming the door, he sighed at his lack of

imagination.

He never thought he'd see a woman being so disrespectful to Elijah.

......

Seven in the evening.

Violette deleted all the footage and put the laptop back on the table in the living room.

She was so angry, and felt drained.

She was so hungry that she braced herself and went into the dining room.

Elijah wasn't there

, but she still felt uncomfortable.

She felt like there might be cameras everywhere in the house, watching her every move.

"Madam, I didn't know there were cameras in the master's bedroom." Lacey explained and comforted

her, "It really wasn't the master's doing. He values his privacy more than anyone."

Violette said, "It's okay, I've deleted everything."

She only ate a little before losing her appetite.

Putting down her utensils, she asked Lacey, "Was I very aggressive just now?"

Lacey answered, "A little."

Violette said, "No biggie, what's the worst he can do to me?" She got it, since there was no privacy in

front of him, might as well face it head-on.

She left the dinning room, planning to carry on with her own stuff as usual.

But things didn't go as planned.

Just as she left the dining room, she bumped into Elijah.

He didn't say a word, didn't do anything, just stared at her deeply.

His eyes seemed to have some sort of magic, deep and meaningful, as if he saw right through her with

just one look.

Violette’s heart was racing, rhythm totally out of whack.

"Move." His voice was deep and magnetic.

She froze for a moment, then quickly stepped aside.

As she watched him enter the dining room, her face turned red because of guilt.

So, he was just here for a meal, she thought he was here to give her a hard time.

Violette lightly smacked her forehead, sighing deeply within.

So what if he saw her naked?

No big deal.

When she gave him a massage before, she practically saw him naked too, right?