Chapter 22

Your Game

A faint blush crept across Peach’s cheekbones as she lowered her head, clearly embarrassed by what
she was about to ask.

“Yes?” Elijah prompted, sensing her unease.

“Could I work with you?” Peach finally asked timidly. “I mean if you… Umm… after you establish your
company…” It grew quiet for a moment until she couldn’t bear it anymore. She lifted her head, and her
eyes unintentionally locked with Elijah’s gaze before he focused on the road.

“Just because we are getting a bit close, you think that is a way for you to take advantage of it and use
me for your benefit,” Elijah replied coldly, not bothering to hide the irritation and disgust in his voice.

Feeling confused, Peach chuckled Out in surprise, tilting her head to the side, mumbling,” Wait, what?!”

“Don’t act dumb and naive,” Elijah retorted sharply.

“That was uncalled for!”

“Was it?!”

“Yes!”

The tension in the car grew thicker as Peach looked away from Elijah in embarrassment, feeling a little
hurt from his harsh tone. “Under what grounds do you think you are qualified to work for me?!” Elijah let
out, his tone dripping with sarcasm and anger.

“Maybe if you didn’t act as if I committed such a sin by asking to work with you, you would know that I
have a master’s degree in business management and finance.” Peach stated proudly, folding her arms



across her chest, not looking at Elijah. “You do?!”

“What?! Did you think I am some dumb woman?! What’s your problem…? My dad never joked about
my education…”

When Elijah looked away from the road and focused on Peach, his expression softened and a small
smile appeared on his lips.

“Sorry. My bad,” he apologized, glancing at her briefly before he returned his gaze to the road.

Silently, Peach watched Elijah as he drove through the streets of the city.

His facial expressions were unreadable, and it made her wonder if there was a particular reason for his
cold attitude.

However, when he suddenly glanced at her, her thought found its way to her lips, and she blurted out,
“You weren’t questioning my qualifications, but my sincerity, right?” When Elijah didn’t answer and only
kept on driving in silence, Peach frowned, trying to figure

out why he was suddenly behaving like that.

“I am sorry… I should have known… it was silly of me… you are right, we are getting a bit close and I
thought… it was stupid of me to think that we were on the same pace. But I guess I am more trusting
than you…” Peach murmured, trailing off.

“I never thought of you as a dumb woman,” Elijah replied, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the road.
“But you are right, I am less trusting than you.” When the words left his mouth, Peach felt a sting of
disappointment, yet she tried her best to suppress it, and then said, “Forget I said anything. Forget I
even brought this up in the first place,” Shrugging his shoulder, Elijah kept his focus on the road, and
Peach turned her focus to the window, watching as the scenery outside passed by them quickly.



After a while, Elijah brought his car to a halt in the hospital parking lot, making Peach look back at him
shortly before opening the door. She stepped out of the car, waiting patiently for him to come and meet
her.

‘She didn’t stomp off mad to be dramatic,’Elijah thought as he exited the car with the suitcase and
closed the door behind him.

When Elijah reached her, Peach stole a quick look at him before they both headed into the building,
walking over to the desk where a nurse was waiting for them.

“Peach,” Nurse Darling greeted with a warm smile once they stopped in front of her desk,” It’s good that
you are here.” “Umm, is Doctor Ben in his office?” Peach asked politely with a shaky smile. “Well… he
is… But you should go to your mother’s room first before anything else.

“Why?”

A look of worry crossed both Elijah and Peach’s faces… a sense of raw fear overwhelming Peach as
she furrowed her brows tightly in concern.

A hint of reluctance clouded nurse Darling’s expression as she looked over at Elijah, biting her lip and
shaking her head lightly, muttering under her breath, “Uhmm… Your cousin… Melina is here. She just
arrived a moment ago, and went straight to your mother’s room.” A touch of fury flashed across
Peach’s face, and drowning in her anger, she grabbed Elijah’s hand, pulling him away from nurse
Darling, leaving a flabbergasted nurse staring after them in shock.

Even though Elijah was surprised, he followed quietly, trying to ignore the tightness of Peach’s grip on
his hand. Quickly, Peach stormed down the hallway, heading straight for Miss Grace’s room, and when
they got closer, she recognized her cousin’s harsh voice, “Call your daughter now!” “Why are you so
mad at her though?” She could hear her mother say, and Peach batched into the room without
knocking, glaring at her cousin a few feet away from her. A bitter and sarcastic laugh escaped Melina’s



lips as she scoffed, raising her chin slightly and rolling her eyes, looking Peach up and down. “When
aunt Patricia called to tell me that you were actually with her, I swear I didn’t believe a

word of it!” She exclaimed bitterly, glaring at Elijah.

The feeling of the past that he had for her suddenly flooded back with a vengeance, but he tried his
hardest to push away all of those emotions and kept silent not wanting to let his anger get the better of
him.

“My mom is sick, so if you are here to cause trouble, leave! She needs rest.” Peach said softly, yet her
tone was firm and demanding as her eyes narrowed. “And if you dare come near her or us again, then I
will personally sue your ass for harassing my family.” A look of surprise washed over Melina’s face, and
then she rolled her eyes, saying, “You are crazy. No one likes you. You are a loser. A freak.” “Are you
done?!!” Peach exclaimed angrily as she clenched her jaw, feeling done with her cousin’s nonsense.
“Then get the hell out!”

Standing there with a hint of confusion and bewilderment on her face, Melina stared at Peach in
disbelief as she took a step forward, her gaze resting on Elijah’s hands in Peach’s grip.

“You like my throw-out… things that I don’t have taste for?” Melina questioned mockingly before
sneering. “I guess it must be hard for you to compete with me. Maybe you are jealous, hmmm?”

“Melina, Peach has done nothing to offend you, so why are you picking on her now?” Miss Grace’s soft
voice echoed.

Turning to glare at the old woman, Melina clutched her first and lashed out, “Your daughter is a whore!
Don’t expect me to be polite to her.”

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