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Chapter 42 Just A Small Gift?

  • Curled up in bed as the day's events play over in my head. I truly wanted this position at Exeter, but Elijah has put me off going. I refuse to do online courses because I am tired of being stuck in this villa all day. Urgh!
  • I changed my mind about going out tonight. I'm not interested in being around people right now. Today has been more disappointing than anything else and it all had Elijah's name written on it. I have grown so tired of his advances. How much longer will he continue to pursue me when he knows that I am Sebastian's?
  • A knock on the door sounds and in walks my husband with a worried frown on his face. "Is it safe to enter?" he asks, and I smile as I sit up from the safety of my fluffy blanket. "Only for you, love," I answer and he walks in after closing the door behind him. He sits down next to me on the bed and takes my hand in his. "What happened after our phone call?" he asks, holding my gaze. I sigh at this question. How do I answer him? Where do I start?
  • "Elijah happened. He followed me to my coffee shop and continued to harass me there. He seems to think that I feel something other than admiration for him, which is not the truth. As I left, he grasped my upper arm to stop me and it sent me straight into a panic attack." I said, and I could see the anger rising in his eyes. "It seems I am not quite over the Nicholas ordeal."
  • He takes me in his arms and holds me in a tight embrace. "I will handle Elijah, leave that to me. The thing that bothers me the most is that it seems you are heading into a depressive spiral, my love. I have noticed it over the past few weeks and it is something we need to work on before you can't pull yourself out of it. In the past you would have handled Elijah without being this bundle of self-pity and tears, so now I am stepping in." He says and before I could get mad at his words, he stood up and pulled me to my feet, then he threw me over his shoulder
  • "Sebastian!" I call out, but all he does is give my bottom a smack and walk downstairs with me slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
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