Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 154: It’s Time to Leave

Her mind was completely blank, not knowing who she was, where she was, or what had happened...

The man’s breath was scorching, falling on her ears, indistinguishable whose heartbeat it was, thump, thump, thump, almost turning into something tangible.

Was Zion Fitzwilliam holding her? Was this real?

This embrace lasted for more than ten seconds.

In these few seconds, Elara Hale went from bewildered to nervous, while Zion Fitzwilliam went from impulsive to struggling, forcefully suppressing the urge to lower his head and kiss her...

It’s not the right time yet, can’t scare her...

A heart almost scorched into charcoal, burning desire made every cell in his body tingle and itch, he desperately told himself, calm down, calm down...

The soft body in his arms brought him immense satisfaction, but... after a moment, he still let her go.

Elara Hale’s cheeks were red, with a heart almost jumping out of her throat, she was nervous and flustered, palms covered with a fine layer of sweat.

She mustered up the courage to look up at Zion Fitzwilliam, "We... just now..."

Faintly hopeful in her heart.

Zion Fitzwilliam steadied himself, lightly coughed, not daring to meet her eyes, "A friendly hug, hope it didn’t offend you."

Elara Hale’s boiling blood instantly cooled into her marrow.

Perhaps without hope there would be no disappointment, at this moment, she was truly disappointed to the core.

"No..." she gave a dry laugh, "I know you’re... I didn’t take it to heart, don’t worry."

As she spoke, she stood up, "I... I’m going to check on Joanne Carter."

After speaking, she hurried out, walked quickly to Joanne Carter’s room, knocked on the door, and then slipped inside, quickly closing the door behind her.

Zion Fitzwilliam watched her back as she hastily fled, feeling as if something was tearing at his heart, causing a dull ache.

Did I actually scare her?

He sighed, he had been too anxious, just now, for that moment, her complete trust in her eyes made him lose his mind.

If only he had known it would scare her like this, he should have been more composed... now it’s even worse, he didn’t know if she would guard against him in the future.

If she really started to guard against him, it would truly backfire.

Zion Fitzwilliam was filled with a myriad of worries in an instant, deeply sighed again.

Meanwhile, in Joanne Carter’s room, Elara Hale leaned tightly against the door, her right hand pressed against her chest, where it hurt so much, like a blunt knife slicing through flesh, over and over, making her unable to extricate herself.

Suddenly, she realized she couldn’t go on like this.

She couldn’t forever stay by his side, indifferent and heartless, forever just being a friend.

A single hug, a bit of physical contact, had already broken her defenses, how could she handle the long future ahead?

Perhaps, it was time to leave.

She didn’t want to be the kind of woman who placed all life’s meanings on loving a man. Leaving Mason Jacobs was to find herself again, she was still young, she deserved to enjoy everything in this world.

And not like she fell into the quagmire of Mason Jacobs again, falling into another quagmire.

Zion Fitzwilliam is gay, he doesn’t like women at all, he could never fall in love with her. This was a relationship that didn’t even need a brave attempt.

Elara Hale felt a sour, uncomfortable feeling in her heart, tears uncontrollably streamed out, but even so difficult, she had made her decision.

Joanne Carter had already fallen asleep, Elara Hale didn’t disturb her, instead took out two blankets from the closet, laid them on the floor, and made a bed on the floor.

That night, Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t see Elara Hale return to the room.

He still slept on the floor. Since Elara Hale stayed in the same room with him, he hadn’t touched the bed anymore, even if Elara Hale didn’t come back tonight, he still slept unmovingly on the floor.

"Sigh..."

The hundredth sigh of the night.

Now he felt more panicked, like a child who had done something wrong, not knowing what to do.

Maybe tomorrow, apologize to her formally? But she probably won’t want to bring it up again.

He was sure, Elara Hale was definitely angry, in her heart, she might have already seen him as a scoundrel taking advantage of her.

What to do, what to do.

Zion Fitzwilliam wished he could slap himself twice, his brain must have been muddled with lard, why was he so eager, why did he have to give that hug?

Regret... actually not so regretful.

Thinking about that soft and petite feeling filling his chest, he smiled foolishly again.

In any case, the two people separated by a wall didn’t get a good rest that night.

The next day, Zion Fitzwilliam got up early to make breakfast. After cooking, he went to knock on Joanne Carter’s door with a feeling of finally being able to speak to her openly, "Elara, Joanne, time to get up and eat."

A few minutes later, Joanne Carter opened the door with a face full of resentment, "Uncle Fitzwilliam, it’s only six o’clock..."

She was a child still growing.

Zion Fitzwilliam gave an awkward smile, "I just got up early today, I’ll be more mindful in the future..." While speaking, he glanced into the room, "Where’s Aunt Hale?"

"Aunt Hale, she left." Joanne Carter said as she walked into the bathroom.

"Left?" Zion Fitzwilliam’s heart sank, he quickly followed to ask, "Where did she go? When did she leave?"

"Seemed like it was before five," Joanne Carter mumbled, "Anyway, it was still dark when she left, I don’t know where she went."

Zion Fitzwilliam’s heart, suspended for a night, was finally shattered.

It’s over, she’s definitely angry, and very upset.

Joanne Carter turned her head, suspiciously looking at him, "By the way, why did Aunt Hale come to my room to sleep last night? Did you two have a fight?"

"No," Zion Fitzwilliam immediately denied, "She... she said I snored, alright, go eat breakfast, I’ll take you to school after."

Joanne Carter exclaimed, "You snore? So, men in the world, regardless of looks, all have the same shortcomings."

Zion Fitzwilliam, "..."

Lately, life had been a bit difficult for him.

After taking Joanne Carter to school, Zion Fitzwilliam sat in the car, looked at the chat box on his phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent a message to Elara Hale, "Why did you leave so early?"

After sending it, he clutched his phone, nervously waiting for Elara Hale’s reply.

A minute.

Two minutes.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

Looking at the still silent phone, Zion Fitzwilliam’s mentality collapsed.

Eight o’clock in the morning, with a 13-hour time difference, it’s seven in the evening in America.

Today is Sunday, and the senior executives at Fitzwilliam Consortium headquarters, who were happily enjoying their weekend, were called back to their computers for overtime by a phone call.

And their big boss, with a gloomy face, inquired about their project progress one by one, and scolded them thoroughly one by one.

The senior executives were confused and fearful, not understanding which nerve their boss had snapped.

This had never happened before.

This online meeting made everyone feel like they were walking on thin ice, and this ridiculous meeting dragged on until midnight.

How ridiculous was it? Tasks that were supposed to be completed in six months were forcibly moved up to three months.

It wasn’t until the boss’s phone rang, and his cold, sour face suddenly seemed to be brushed by a gentle spring breeze, that the executives finally heard the long-awaited words, "Meeting adjourned."

Everyone closed their computers as quickly as possible.

Zion Fitzwilliam closed the meeting software and opened the WeChat interface, where there was a message Elara Hale had just sent.

"Something came up, so I left a bit early."

There was no display of emotion, and it was hard to tell if she was still angry, but Zion Fitzwilliam looked at the message and smiled like a fool.

He immediately called Elara Hale, and after a ring, she picked up. He couldn’t wait to ask, "What do you want for dinner? I’ll cook for you."

His tone had a doting quality that even he didn’t notice.

But Elara Hale on the other end noticed it.

She placed her hand on the window. This was the apartment she had just rented, very close to the company, and most importantly, it was in the opposite direction of Zion Fitzwilliam’s place, so she needn’t worry about running into him frequently after moving out.

She had gone out early in the morning, contacted a real estate agent, and dashed around looking at over a dozen apartments, finally choosing this one at 1 PM.

A small two-bedroom, modestly furnished, but with complete appliances so she could move in right away. Plus, she wouldn’t have to worry about formaldehyde risks with Joanne Carter.

The rent was six thousand a month, within her affordability range.

She hadn’t eaten anything all morning, and upon hearing Zion Fitzwilliam’s words, her heart ached dully.

Letting go of a relationship is never easy; there’s reluctance, unwillingness, and a desire not to give up. But fortunately, she had taken action.

If not, she wouldn’t know when she might become enraptured by his tenderness, unable to extricate herself.

"No need," she said, trying to sound as calm as possible, "Zion, I’ll come over tonight. We need to talk, I have something to tell you."

On the other end, Zion Fitzwilliam’s breath became hurried with tension. He feigned a nonchalant tone and smiled, "What do we need to talk about that’s so serious?"

"We’ll talk when I get back." Elara Hale smiled, "I have to get busy, I’ll hang up now."

Staring at the call that had already ended, Zion Fitzwilliam felt more panicked than he ever had.

It was like a death row inmate staring at a guillotine that could drop at any moment—a heart-palpitating dread.

Was the sentencing going to happen tonight...? 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

On the other side, Elara Hale put her phone back in her pocket, staring blankly into the distance.

She felt a bit unbalanced inside; she hadn’t even been truly in love and now she was experiencing heartbreak. What a loss.

Unable to help herself, she smacked her head. How did she let her heart go unchecked? Why fall for someone gay for no good reason—what a major loss.

Just then, her phone rang; it was Esther Carter calling.

"Elara darling! Great news! We’ve wrapped up filming!"

Esther Carter said excitedly, "I’ll be coming back from the set soon, how about we grab a meal together?"

Elara Hale pushed aside her chaotic emotions, genuinely happy for Esther Carter, "Sure, when will you be back?"

"Um...around three o’clock," Esther Carter replied, "I should be in the city by three, then we can grab a bite. I’m starving."

Elara Hale said, "Alright."

After hanging up, she found a decent new restaurant online and sent it to Esther Carter.

Esther Carter quickly replied with an "ok" emoji.

Elara Hale chuckled, chose not to move, and stayed in her newly rented apartment, contemplating how she would tell Zion Fitzwilliam about moving out that evening.

She had to give him some reason, but admitting she liked him was out of the question.

Meanwhile, on the film set.

Esther Carter had already received the wrap-up bouquet, declined the director’s invitation to the celebration party, and was ready to leave.

She never really liked those celebration parties; there were always some pesky investors lurking around.

Better to skip them altogether.

After greeting the director, she walked out of the set, ready to hail a cab, when she heard a voice behind her, "...Hey."

Without turning around, Esther Carter knew who it was.

Owen Grayson, wearing a jacket with one hand in his pocket, walked up to her, looking slightly uneasy, "You’re really not coming to the celebration party tonight?"

Esther Carter said irritably, "No, I’m not. What’s up?"

In the past two months of filming, her relationship with Owen Grayson had eased somewhat. It was no longer as chaotic as at the beginning. No matter what, they both acknowledged the other as a competent actor.

But Esther Carter still wasn’t fond of him.

After all, who would have a good impression of someone who acts insouciant and slack all the time?

Besides, he was suspected of gambling, drug use, and soliciting prostitution...

In any case, Esther Carter felt that the farther away she stayed from such a man, the better. Better not affect her own luck with money; no amount of good looks could change that.

Owen Grayson touched his nose with an indifferent look, "Fine, if you’re not going, then you’re not going..."

Esther Carter found him inexplicably annoying, but her cab arrived just in time, and she lifted her leg to get in.

Owen Grayson grabbed her arm.

Esther Carter glared, "What are you doing?"

"Ahem..." Owen Grayson had a flash of unease in his eyes, "I mean, since we worked together...may I have your contact info?"

"Don’t you already have my phone number?"

"I...can’t add you on WeChat." Owen Grayson’s eyes flickered.

Esther Carter sneered inside, thinking of course you can’t add me, because I directly ignored your friend request.

"What’s there to add? Just call if there’s anything," she said vaguely and was about to get into the cab.

Unexpectedly, Owen Grayson snatched her phone.

Esther Carter was furious, reaching to grab it back, but Owen Grayson, with the advantage of height, kept it from her while dodging her punches and kicks. He quickly did something on her phone, then flipped his wrist and handed it back to her.

"Here."

Esther Carter looked down and, oh my, this guy had added himself on WeChat!

She stared wide-eyed, "You’re such a jerk."

"We worked together after all," Owen Grayson touched his nose, looking skyward, adding an unnecessary explanation, "I added all the crew members."

Seeing Esther Carter’s movement, he suddenly became anxious, "Don’t delete it, or I’ll recommend you as my lead actress in the next drama!"

Esther Carter’s hand halted mid-operation.

The cab driver urged, "Miss, are you leaving or not?"

Owen Grayson gave her a look, "Hurry up, they’re urging you."

Infuriated, Esther Carter glaringly stepped into the car.

Owen Grayson saw her off with a broad smile and then looked down, ready to browse Esther Carter’s social media moments. But the grin suddenly froze on his face.

"Damn, she blocked me?!!"