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Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Breakfast time.
They sat at opposite ends of the table, her slurping down pasta and milk while he munched on cereal
and milk.
"Thanks for finding my phone last night," she said, breaking the silence.
"I'm sorry my mom hit you," he finally apologized.
A blush crept onto Violette's face. "You didn't hit me, so why apologize?"
"I'm sorry. It was wrong for her to hit you," his voice was stiff. "I won't let anyone hurt my friends."
Violette raised her hand and lightly brushed his cheek, not waiting for him to finish.
His skin was smooth and delicate, nice to touch.
Elijah froze
, and his gaze was a bit stern, his throat moved, and the milk cup in his hand shook slightly.
"Alright, we're even now," she lowered her head to drink her milk, her heart pounding.
Her hand felt as if it had been burned, growing hotter and hotter.
She hurriedly finished her breakfast and rushed back to her room.
Today, the scar on her cheek was lighter than yesterday, not as painful.
She applied a thin layer of foundation to cover the scar on her face.
She couldn't stay home any longer.
Her company had called her several times.
People from SwiftStream Capital also messaged her from time to time.
By the time she finished getting ready and came out of her room, Elijah had already left.
"Ms. Dennis, are you going to the company? I'll have the driver take you," Lacey said and went to call
the driver.
Violette waited at the door.
At that moment, her phone rang.
She took out her phone and answered the call.
"Ms. Dennis, are you free available? I need a favor," it was Brandon.
Violette asked, puzzled, "What's up? Are you sure I can help?"
Brandon was sure. "Absolutely. Are you at home? I'll pick you up, and we can talk more when we
meet."
Violette: "Alright."
Half an hour later, Brandon arrived at the Bourne family's front door in a sleek white Bentley.
His car and Elijah's car were the same model, just different colors.
"Mr. Fleming, aren't you working today?" Violette got in the car and fastened her seatbelt.
"I don't have a fixed schedule," Brandon laughed. "I need your help picking out a gift."
"Helping you? Who else is there besides you?"
"The other executives at the company. Elijah's birthday is coming up, and we have to get him a gift, but
we don't know what to buy. So we thought you could help."
Violette was embarrassed. "When's his birthday?"
"Haha, are you that indifferent to your husband?" Brandon felt sorry for Elijah.
Melinda treated him like a treasure, while Violette didn't seem to care, yet he chose Violette.
Violette's face turned red, and she made an excuse, "I've been pretty busy."
"Mhm, I know. Your family's company is complicated, and you have to write a thesis. You're definitely
busier than Elijah," Brandon said.
"Are you mocking me?" Violette sensed his insinuation but didn't get angry. "I'm not familiar with his
preferences, so I'm afraid I can't help."
"I'm sure you can help." Brandon drove onto the main road. "First, let's go to the mall."
Soon, the car stopped at the largest mall in the city center.
On a weekday morning, there were few visitors.
Brandon took her straight to the jewelry section on the first floor.
Violette furrowed her brow, appearing perplexed as she glanced at Brandon. "He likes jewelry? But I've Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
never seen him wearing any..."
Aren't jewelry meant for women?
Brandon had to be honest with her. "He never accepts our gifts. But now that you're here, we can use
this opportunity to give him the birthday gifts we owe him - by giving them to you."