The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

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.

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

identity after your humiliating divorce with Melina?”

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

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

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

is Thomas,

you want to

interested in, and

lips, Elijah hesitated and then he sighed, mumbling, “What is

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

“But,”

time that my boss told me to get rid of all the videos and never tell a soul about

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,

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

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

his, and when he caught her looking, and then he pulled her hand to his lips,

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

follow Elijah into the building when the hair on her neck suddenly stood, and she looked back, instantly her sight met with a guy

okay?” Elijah‘s voice drew her gaze back to him, and seeing

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

at Jerome, saying, “Spread some of the guys around to watch out for anyone sketchy.” Then he took off his coat, placed it

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

resting on his

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,”

she suddenly opened her eyes, mumbling, “What do you think you are

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

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

Peach whispered in confusion.“Nothing,”