Favo Novel
Chapter 394
Chapter 394
Her silent resistance turned his face into a big thundercloud.
Sure, he could force-feed her, spoonful by spoonful.
But he didn't feel the need to stoop to that level.
If she didn't want to eat, well, let her go hungry then!
He drew back his angry gaze and stomped out of the room.
Once he was gone, her tensed body gradually relaxed.
Suddenly, a car horn sounded from outside the window.
She perked up her ears, listening carefully to the noises outside.
One car after another pulled up to the front yard of the villa.
In no time, a clamor of voices rose from downstairs.
What's with the crowd at this hour?
This place is in the middle of nowhere, what are all these people doing here?
Elijah said this was one of his vacation homes, so, were these people his guests?
His mom passed away not long ago, and here he was, in his vacation mansion, inviting all these
people... was he throwing a party?
Just as she was about to get out of bed and walk over to the window to investigate, the door was
pushed open.
The doctor walked in with his medicine box.
"Ms. Dennis, I heard you're refusing to eat. Mr. Bourne asked me to give you some IV nutrition," the
doctor said, sighing, "Why not just eat? There's no need to protest with your body... even though you've
been wronged today, I can tell Mr. Bourne still has feelings for you..."
Feelings, huh?!
So not killing her outright was considered having feelings for her?
The doctor hung the medicine bottle on the stand, inserted the needle into her, and stood by. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.
Violette got his meaning and said, "It's late, you should go rest. I won't remove the needle."
Doctor: "Are you sure you won't? If you do, Mr. Bourne will blame me."
"I won't."
The noise downstairs was becoming clearer!
Tonight, even if it wasn't a party, it was definitely a big gathering.
As the host, Elijah must be downstairs entertaining his guests right now.
This was an opportunity.
"Ms. Dennis, I'm glad you've come to your senses. I won't disturb you then. When it's time to remove
the needle..." the doctor began.
Before he could finish, she chimed in, "I'll do it myself."
"Oh... you do know how to remove a needle, violently at that..." the doctor joked as he walked out.
As soon as the doctor was gone, she quickly pulled out the needle and got out of bed to move towards
the window.
There were more than a dozen luxury cars parked downstairs.
And not far away, car lights were flickering... more cars were driving towards the villa!
She wondered who all these people were, coming here.
The night wind blew in gusts. Violette hung onto the railing, recalling the day's events.
It all felt like a dream.
Theatrical and absurd.
Today, she had come closer to death than ever before.
Before this, she had been afraid of dying.
Because she wanted to raise her two children and see them grow up.
But now, she felt that was a luxury she couldn't afford.
Downstairs in the villa, in the grand hall.
Everyone was sitting around on sofas, drinking and chatting.
"Elijah, let's skip the sentimental stuff... Cheers!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank up.
"Hasn't it been ages since we last gathered?"
"We're having barbecue tonight?" someone asked curiously. Updated at Drąmanovеls.cоm
"We eat whatever Elijah prepares!"
"Mmm..."
Just then, two bodyguards brought out the ingredients.
"Oh my gosh! We're having this for dinner?!"
"Hahaha! This is awesome!"
Violette quietly made her way downstairs from the upper floor.