[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 103: Are you jealous?

Ash sat quietly in the corner of the hospital room, his thoughts adrift as Grandpa and Elijah struck up a conversation.

He wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore—just moving with the flow, day by day, unsure of where he stood in this fragile reunion with Elijah.

Introducing Grandpa to Elijah as a mere "friend" felt wrong, yet there was no other way to explain it without digging up the past. So, he just told grandpa that Elijah is his old friend.

Grandpa had arrived in his usual good spirits, walking in with his weathered face full of warmth and kindness. The moment he laid eyes on Elijah, something in him lit up. "So, you’re the man who saved my boy," Grandpa said, clapping Elijah’s shoulder with more force than necessary.

Elijah winced slightly, but he grinned through it. "I suppose I am."

Grandpa beamed and sat down next to the bed, looking Elijah over with approval. "Hahaha! You’ve got a strong spirit, I can see that. I like you already."

Ash glanced at Elijah, watching him carefully. It was odd seeing the two most important people in his life meet under such circumstances, but there was something reassuring about it.

"Well, I’m glad I could make a good impression," Elijah said with a soft chuckle, still nursing his shoulder from Grandpa’s enthusiastic greeting.

"Oh, don’t worry about that," Grandpa waved him off and slapped Elijah’s arm again, this time with a laugh. "You’ve already won me over! You know, most young people these days wouldn’t do something so brave. You saved my boy—thank you for that."

Ash stifled a laugh as Elijah visibly winced again. Grandpa’s heavy hand was something you had to get used to. Elijah turned his head, meeting Ash’s amused gaze with a smile that bordered on pain.

"I should get used to it, shouldn’t I?" Elijah asked, his grin widening despite the discomfort.

Ash let out a soft chuckle, finally speaking up. "Yes, you should. I had to get used to it too."

Grandpa’s expression softened, a glimmer of something almost like understanding passing through his eyes. "You’ve got a good heart, young man. Not everyone would jump into danger like that."

Ash watched the exchange with a strange sense of calm washing over him. It was odd—Elijah and Grandpa were interacting as though they’d known each other for years. He hadn’t anticipated it would go this smoothly, and yet, here they were, laughing and talking like old friends.

"Well," Grandpa stood up after a few more moments of idle chat, patting Elijah’s arm one last time, "you get well soon, son. And don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you."

Elijah smiled, nodding gratefully. "Thank you, sir."

"Where are you staying anyway, son?" Grandpa suddenly asked, his tone casual.

Elijah blinked and turned to face him. "I’m at the hotel—just until I’m discharged," he said, careful not to elaborate too much.

Grandpa’s frown deepened. "The hotel?" His gaze darted to Ash, then back to Elijah. "Why the hell are you staying at a hotel when you’re Ash’s friend?"

Ash’s heart dropped into his stomach. He tried to step forward, his mouth opening to say something, but Grandpa didn’t give him the chance.

"Nonsense!" Grandpa waved a dismissive hand. "You’re coming home with us. Ash should’ve invited you already, don’t know what’s gotten into him."

Ash’s eyes widened in panic. "Grandpa, no, that’s—"

But before Ash could stop him, Grandpa had already slapped Elijah’s arm again with a hearty laugh. "You’ll stay with us until you’re fully recovered. No point wasting money on a hotel when you’ve got family here."

Ash could feel the colour draining from his face. He opened his mouth to protest again, but Elijah’s eyes gleamed with opportunity. His lips quivered into a slow smile as he nodded.

"Well, if you insist," Elijah said smoothly, casting a glance at Ash with an innocent smile. "I’d be happy to stay with you."

Ash squeezed his eyes shut. How was he going to live with Elijah under the same roof? He couldn’t even handle being in the same room for long without feeling overwhelmed.

And now, Elijah would be there every single day. Just the thought sent a wave of anxiety coursing through his veins.

"Very well. I’ll go make the arrangements," With that, Grandpa stood up before heading out the door. Ash watched him go.

Elijah looked at Ash once Grandpa left, the room suddenly quiet again. "You didn’t tell him anything? About...us and all." freeweɓnøvel.com

Ash shook his head. "No...I don’t want to bring it all up. He’s happy and I don’t want to worry him."

Elijah studied him for a moment, but he didn’t press the matter. Instead, he smiled—a soft, almost nostalgic smile that made Ash’s heart ache.

"Well," Elijah said after a pause, his voice warm, "I guess I’ll just have to keep winning him over, right?"

Ash laughed softly. "I think you’ve already done that."

Before Ash could gather his thoughts, Kian came in with a small basket of fresh fruits, the sweet scent of strawberries and peaches filling the room. Kian grinned sheepishly as he handed the basket to Ash.

"Fresh from the fields," Kian said, his voice soft but full of warmth. "Thought you’d like them. Share them with your friend."

Ash accepted the basket with a smile, the first genuine smile he’d worn in days. "Thanks, Kian. These look so juicy and delicious"

But as Ash spoke, Elijah watched the interaction from the bed, his eyes narrowing and his chest hardened. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness rising in his chest.

There was Ash, smiling—actually smiling—at someone who wasn’t him. Ever since Elijah had returned, Ash had barely cracked a smile his way, and yet here he was, laughing softly with this boy.

Elijah’s jaw clenched, and his stomach churned with jealousy. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away from the scene, his mood souring with every passing second. He wanted to run over and snatch Ash away but that would be rude and he doesn’t want to scare Ash.

When Ash finally came over to him with the basket of fruit, offering them with a gentle smile, Elijah turned his head away. "I’m not hungry," he muttered, his voice colder than he intended.

Ash blinked, taken aback. "You should eat, Elijah. It’ll help with your recovery."

But Elijah wasn’t paying attention to the fruit. His eyes flicked toward Kian, who was standing near the door. "Who’s that guy?" Elijah asked, his tone sharp.

Ash frowned, confusion flashing across his face. "That’s Kian," he said simply.

Elijah didn’t look satisfied with the answer. He stared hard at Ash, his expression tense. "Are you close with him?"

Ash sighed softly, now fully aware of what was going on. He could see the jealousy simmering in Elijah’s eyes, the way his jaw tightened and his shoulders tensed. It was almost absurd.

"Are you jealous?" Ash asked, raising an eyebrow.

Without missing a beat, Elijah looked him dead in the eye and answered, "Yes. I am."