The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

The Marvelous Elijah’s Return By Rever Chapter 155

Chapter 155

He was watching us

Like wildfire, the news about Elijah purchasing Reinvest Co.spread all through the country within just one week of him buying it from Mr. Astor, and as he and Peach sat in the car, he could hear the noise from the reporters outside, their screams and the flashes from the light. Because his ribs were not completely healed yet at that time, Matt, Ryan, and the others had been the ones running things discreetly at the company.

But it had been two weeks since the incident, and Elijah was barely in pain anymore, and he could walk just fine and only experience slightly discomfort because his ribs still were not fully recovered

Looking away from the window, Peach rested her gaze on her husband, afraid because he had not gotten “clear” from the doctor yet, and secondly, this was the first time they were going to get seen together with him being a Maxwell.

“The reporters can be very pushy. Are you sure your body is about to take such a big strain?” Peach whispered, looking into his eyes for reassurance. “I don‘t want you to overdo it or anything.”

Pausing as he stared at her, Elijah let out a small chuckle since this was the fifth time he had got this question. “My ribs are fine, I promise.”

Suddenly the back door opened, showing Dice outside the car, and the camera lights began to go crazy as Elijah stepped out, and then he reached into the vehicle for his wife, helping her out of the car.

The moment Peach‘s foot rested on the ground, Elijah secured his grip on her waist, meeting her eyes with a soft gaze when she looked at him.

The intensity of his stare made her breath hitch, and Elijah raised a brow, not losing sight of her eyes as he gently traced loose strings of her hair behind her ear.

Like starving people, the sight of Elijah Maxwell being affectionate to his wife in public was something the reporters were hungry to eat up. The flashes from their cameras seemed to intensify when she smiled at him, her face glowing.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asked softly, caressing his thumb along her cheek.

When she nodded, a faint smirk appeared on Elijah‘s lips, and when Peach lowered her head, he reached his hand under her chin, slowly raising her head so she would meet his gaze.

Then he leaned in towards her ear, the warmth from his breath hitting her neck making goosebumps appear all over her skin as he whispered, “Smile, babe.”

“They mock us openly. It‘s time they respect and fear us publicly.‘ Elijah thought as he withdrew from lier car to see her smile shyly.

Tightening his grip on his wife, Elijah faced his front, and his expression grew stony at the sight of the same reporters that were judging him a few weeks ago standing in front of him, screaming his name, “Mr. Maxwell!” Their questions were flying from left to right as Elijah escorted Peach towards the building. “Mr. Maxwell, why keep your identity for so long?!” A journalist yelled.

But soon another reporter asked, “Was profiling yourself as a commoner part of any plan in particular or something that just happened to be spontaneous, and did you do it to hide your true self?!”

“Mr. Maxwell, why did you let the Hayes see you as useless and didn‘t tell others your identity after your humiliating divorce with Melina?” Another man shouted. “Are the rumors that you cheated on Melina with your current wife and that‘s why she divorced you true?!”

Immediately, Elijah felt Peach tense up in his grip, and he stopped turning around to glare at the reporter who asked, and for somewhere that was crowded with a bunch of people, it grew awfully quiet and dead in the parking lot. Suddenly, a reporter blurted out, “Mr. Maxwell, can I meet with you one– on–one?”

A hesitant look crossed over Elijah‘s features, but then he said, “Follow me,” Immediately, the other reporters grew desperate, knowing that their rival just got an opportunity that all of them were dying to earn, and they started screaming, “Mr. Maxwell…” But Rick and the others kept them back as Elijah led Peach into the building with the reporter following them.

The office was dead silent as the journalist stared at Elijah and the atmosphere from him cause the reporter to drop his gaze down, feeling uneasy being alone with him. “Name?” Elijah asked.

“My name is Thomas, Sir.” He replied.

“What do you want to talk about Thomas?”

“A bargain. I have something that you would be very much interested in, and I want an exclusive interview with you in exchange for it.”

Staring a bit harder as his index finger traced his lips, Elijah hesitated and then he sighed, mumbling, “What is it?”

“I was at the bar that night… I was invited to the party that Mr. Manson‘s son, Derrick Manson threw for Melina Hayes, on the day of her birthday… I know that she cheated on you that night because I have videos of her and him being intimate the entire time… As a journalist, news like that is huge, and I thought, back then, it was going to give me a raise…” Thomas explained.

“But,”

“The Hayes was so powerful at that time that my boss told me to get rid of all the videos and never tell a soul about it if I wanted to keep my job and my life.” “And now?”

There was a brief pause as Thomas studied Elijah‘s eyes, and then said, “And now, news like that will give me the promotion that I desire because you are not the same man from months ago, and the Hayes is not as powerful as before.”

His words were met with silence from Elijah, and after a couple of quiet minutes that made Thomas‘s anxiety rise to the roof, Elijah calmly said, “I will do the exclusive interview with you. But you are only allowed to release it after a week from now and upon my order?” Even though Thomas wanted to ask “Why?“, he held back his tongue and nodded happily.

The dark sky was so beautiful as Peach admired the moonlight from the car windshield, loving how the sky resembled that of a starry night. Then she looked back at Elijah, happy that he was healthy enough to take her on dates again.

Smiling, her gaze darted toward her fingers entangled with his, and when he caught her looking, and then he pulled her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.

When the car came to a stop, Elijah grabbed her gaze with his stare and mumbled, “Ready?” “Yes!” Peach said with a cute, wild smile that made him chuckle at her silliness.

After leading her out of the car, Peach was about to follow Elijah into the building when the hair on her neck suddenly stood, and she looked back, instantly her sight met with a guy wearing a baggy jacket, the hoodie covering his face and his hands stuck in his jacket pocket, watching her from afar.

“Are you okay?” Elijah‘s voice drew her gaze back to him, and seeing the fear dancing in her eyes, Elijah caressed her check.

“There was a guy right there…” Peach whispered, looking back only to see that the sketchy dude was gone. Following her gaze, Elijah scowled, mumbling, “What guy?” “Nothing. It‘s nothing.” Peach quickly reassured him, grabbing onto his arm.

Immediately knowing that she was lying, Elijah looked over at Jerome, saying, “Spread some of the guys around to watch out for anyone sketchy.” Then he took off his coat, placed it around her, and mumbled, “Let‘s get you inside and out of this cold.”

As Peach obediently followed him in, she looked to the right and stared intensely at the guy walking away in a black hoodie jacket before facing her front. After a couple of hours of eating out, the ride back to his mansion was very quiet because Peach fell asleep in the car a few seconds after they left the restaurant.

Running his fingers through her hair, Elijah kept his gaze downward, staring at his wife‘s head resting on his lap, and the smile on his face didn‘t fade from his lips the entire time.

“Boss, we are home,” Dice said, looking in the mirror as he brought the car to a stop. “Do you want me to help you with Miss?” 1 “I got her,” Elijah let out.

After getting out of the car, he reached inside for Peach, but she suddenly opened her eyes, mumbling, “What do you think you are doing?”

“Nothing,” Elijah said, knowing that she was going to complain about him trying to carry her when he wasn‘t fully healed yet. Raising her brows at his suspicious tone, she signed, and then she got out of the car, and like some triggering trauma, Peach looked back at the gate in fear, her heartbeat suddenly rising.

“You look pale,” Elijah mumbled, frowning slightly. “What‘s wrong?”

“Huh?” Peach whispered in confusion.“Nothing,”

Then she shook her head, clearing her mind, and she smiled as she grabbed his hand and walked into the mansion with Elijah beside her.

The moment they got into their room, Peach dropped flat on the bed, but with a smile, Elijah gently grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the bed, leading her into the bathroom. Obediently, she followed him, and when they reached the basin, he stood behind her, pulled her hair back, and wrapped it in a bun.

After he got done, Peach looked back at him as he mumbled, “You need to freshen up or you wouldn‘t sleep soundly.” Once they had brushed their teeth, Peach looked at the shower and then back at him, feeling her cheeks hot.

A moment later, Elijah turned on the showerhead as Peach stood bare with him in the shower, and then without holding back, he claimed lier lips.

Wanting this as much as him, her fingers ran through his wet hair, and Peach felt goosebumps on her skin as her back pressed harder against the shower glass.

Breathing heavily, she puslied Elijah‘s hair away from his face and whispered, “Babe, please get me the body wash?”

“Of course,” He murmured back, reaching for the soap and pouring some into his palm. His hands stroked down Peach‘s body as he rubbed the soap on her skin, sending a wave of heat flowing through her.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and groaned softly, pressing hard against his body, wanting more friction.

After putting the bottle aside he began massaging her body, taking Peach by surprise, and she couldn‘t hold it any longer.

“Babe, stop teasing me!” Peach cried. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, he lifted Peach in the air, holding her against him as he nibbled her neck passionately.

And then he entered her, slowly, taking his time, as if not to hurt her too much, and Peach gasped loudly as she felt liim inside of her.

“Elijah,” Peach breathed, closing her eyes as he began thrusting slowly, taking control. Water dripping on their wet skin, Elijah‘s body slammed against hers in rhythm, and his lips claimed hers, tasting her slowly with passion. After the longest bath of their lives, Peach and Elijalı came back into their bedroom, and once “they were dressed in their Pajamas, Peach was wild awake now.

So she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Chills immediately ran down her spine when she recognized the jacket. “Josh Hayes! Josh Hayes! Why did you do it?!” she heard the reporters screaming on the tv as the police escorted her badly bruised–up cousin to the car. In fear, Peach took a step back, resting against Elijah as he stood behind her, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“A few minutes ago, according to Miss Jessica Astor‘s head of security, Josh Hayes broke into her house and attacked the young woman. She has been rushed to the hospital for her stab wounds…” The journalist announced. “It was him.” Peach whispered. “Who?” Elijah mumbled, feeling her tremble in his arms.

“The guy I saw at the restaurant was Josh. I can recognize that jacket, even with my eyes closed.”

“He was watching us,”

Turning Peach around, away from the television, Elijah pressed her head against his chest, mumbling, “It‘s time to get you out of this madness and take you somewhere safer.”