Free Web NovelChapter 77: Chapter 77: What Don’t You Want?
After giving the order, Elliot Sheridan turned and went into the room to see what she was up to.
Owen Sawyer was a bit baffled. After following Elliot Sheridan for so many years, this was the first time he didn’t quite understand what he meant.
’He made appointments with both of them? Does he have a way to be in two places at once? Is he going to go to both?’
Owen Sawyer didn’t stay long in Elliot Sheridan’s private apartment. Once they were done talking, he took his leave.
In the bathroom, Georgia Thorne was drying her hair in front of the mirror.
She had drunk a lot last night, and not just her clothes, but her hair too, reeked of alcohol. She had no idea how Elliot Sheridan had managed to sleep while holding her.
She remembered he’d always been a major neat freak—a textbook Virgo.
Her hair was almost dry. She changed into clean clothes and got ready to leave the bathroom.
The lock clicked. She turned the knob and was just about to step out when the man standing in the doorway startled her, causing her to take a step back.
Elliot Sheridan was leaning against the door, and now he advanced on her, step by step. "Georgia, do you really need to be so guarded around me?"
Georgia Thorne cringed. She felt like crying but couldn’t shed a tear. ’How could I not be guarded around him?’
If the doorbell hadn’t rung just now, she probably would have been completely swept away by him.
She knew her self-control wasn’t strong enough; she was too easily seduced.
She backed away step by step until her back hit the cold, damp wall, the condensation soaking through the clean clothes she’d just put on.
Little did she know that if this man truly wanted her, taking her would be incredibly easy for him.
"Elliot, don’t come any closer!" Georgia Thorne had no more room to retreat, her body suddenly growing hot.
Not only did Elliot not listen, he leaned in even closer.
He braced one hand against the wall, trapping Georgia within his arms. He frowned. "Georgia, you’ve forgotten me for so long. Is it so scary for me to claim a few perks?"
"Have you forgotten all the times we made love before?"
"..."
Georgia Thorne’s face flushed at Elliot’s words. She hadn’t forgotten. She remembered everything, crystal clear.
But that was all in the past. Now, she couldn’t accept it.
She lowered her head. "Elliot, are you going to marry Amanda Thorne?"
She’d seen how close they were. For the past three years, he had been a constant visitor at the Thorne Family home.
Her head hung low as she stared at the tips of her toes. For some reason, every time she pictured Elliot and Amanda Thorne together, it felt like a thorn piercing her heart.
She had clearly warned herself not to feel this way, but the uncomfortable feeling was beyond her control.
Listening to the meek girl’s quiet words, a smile bloomed on Elliot’s stern face.
’So, the little thing is jealous!’
"So, it’s because of Amanda Thorne? That’s why you’re avoiding me, afraid of me, and don’t want to have any more contact?"
His long, slender fingers pinched Georgia’s chin, tilting her head up to make her look at him.
Georgia’s body trembled. Her clear, bright eyes shimmered with moisture, reflecting Elliot’s handsome face. She tried to look away, but he forcefully turned her head back to face him.
"Georgia, tell me. Is it?"
Tears welled in her eyes. Why was he always the one interrogating her? She straightened her slender neck defiantly. "Well, are you going to marry Amanda Thorne or not!"
"If I don’t marry Amanda Thorne, you won’t hide from me, you won’t be afraid of me, and you won’t avoid my touch?" Elliot’s lips curved, the smile in his eyes deepening.
He had to admit, Georgia’s jealousy was surprisingly endearing.
’He’s definitely going to marry Amanda,’ she thought. ’He’s come to our house so many times.’
Amanda paraded around the house all day like a princess on a high horse, practically dying to tell the whole world that she was destined to become the next Mrs. Sheridan.
"Yes, that’s right!" Georgia answered, raising her voice.
"Mm, I understand now." Elliot patted Georgia’s cheek, satisfied. "Good girl. You’d better remember what you just said, you hear?"
"..." Looking at his sly, fox-like smile, Georgia inexplicably had a very bad feeling.
"Go on, make me some breakfast."
Elliot turned and headed into the bathroom.
Georgia was in disbelief. Had he really just let her go that easily?
"Still haven’t left? Or do you want to join me in the shower?" Elliot suddenly turned his head, his handsome face a pleasing sight.
He reached up and slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath.
Georgia’s face flushed crimson. She covered her eyes and bolted from the room.
’I already saw it all this morning,’ she thought. ’We even slept in the same bed, as close as could be, last night.’
But she still couldn’t help but blush, her body temperature soaring as if she’d seen something forbidden.
In the kitchen, Georgia was making porridge.
She couldn’t figure out why she was listening to Elliot and making him breakfast.
Elliot showered quickly. When he emerged, his hair was still dripping wet.
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Georgia glanced at him and placed the freshly made porridge on the table to let it cool.
There were some side dishes in the refrigerator, likely made by the part-time housekeeper. They were delicious.
Georgia had tried them before and found them exceptionally tasty.
Elliot didn’t come to eat breakfast. Instead, he put on his slippers and went out onto the balcony.
Seeing the cigarette case and lighter in his hand, she figured he was going out for a smoke.
Georgia went into the master bedroom and looked at the clothes scattered beside the bed.
Men’s and women’s clothing were tangled together on the floor. She gathered them up and tossed them into the washing machine.
A faint impression surfaced in her mind: a pair of dry hands caressing her body, taking off her clothes... ’It must have been Elliot!’
Rage! ’That man... he actually lied to me!’
She resentfully picked Elliot’s clothes back out of the machine and tossed them into a nearby hamper. ’I’m not washing his clothes for him!’
Then Georgia saw her own blouse. Several buttons were missing, confirming her suspicions.
’Only he would be so rough.’
After straightening herself out, she briskly tied her hair into a ponytail and glanced down at her clothes.
She’d bought this outfit at her school’s store. She recalled how Elliot used to despise seeing her clothes in his closet, wanting to replace them all with designer brands.
’Good thing I didn’t throw them away.’
When Georgia came out, she saw Elliot eating breakfast in the dining area.
She realized Elliot wasn’t a picky eater at all; he could handle both salty and spicy food.
She, on the other hand, couldn’t. The housekeeper’s side dishes, while delicious, were too spicy. Eating too much of them always made her eyes water.
As she ate breakfast with Elliot, Georgia took a bite of a side dish and found it even spicier than usual.
Her lips were burning red from the heat. She asked curiously, "Elliot, you don’t think this is too spicy?"
"It’s fine." Elliot set down his bowl and chopsticks and told her to do the dishes.
Georgia was a little frustrated. She felt like she’d become his personal housekeeper.
’I have to cook for him, and now I have to wash the dishes, too.’
While washing the dishes, Georgia dropped and broke a bowl, which suddenly reminded her of something very important.
She had work today, and she hadn’t gone!
She immediately dropped the dish she was holding, wiped her hands, and scrambled to find her phone.
She called Nicole Kane.
"Uh, Manager, I’m so sorry, I overslept today, I..."
"It’s fine. Justin Sullivan already called in for you."
"What?" Georgia thought she must have misheard.
’Justin Sullivan called in for me?’
"What? You were with Justin Sullivan all night and he didn’t tell you?"
Georgia was speechless.
Her suspicious gaze drifted toward Elliot in the living room. ’Are you sure it was Justin Sullivan,’ she wanted to ask, ’and not Elliot?’
Nicole confirmed on the other end of the line, "Justin Sullivan requested three days off for you, so just rest up at home."
