Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 206: Give Me Some Time

Zion Fitzwilliam looked at her with a somewhat pitiful gaze, Elara Hale instinctively glanced at Lucy Taylor and Damian Fitzwilliam not far away. Those two were huddled together, fiddling with the fish they had caught.

In comparison, Zion Fitzwilliam was left handling things on his own.

After all, she came out with him, and even if Elara wanted to avoid suspicion, she couldn’t withstand the conscience-stricken guilt. She nodded, "Okay."

She took a chair and sat over, initially thinking he needed her to help kill the fish, but Zion Fitzwilliam just let her sit there. After killing the fish and throwing them into the bucket, he said to her, "Wash them, will you?"

Elara Hale was silent for a while before asking, "You’re asking me to help you just to wash the fish?"

Scaling the fish and dealing with the guts, all didn’t require her.

Washing the cleaned fish in water, what skill does that involve?

Zion Fitzwilliam looked at her straightforwardly, "You know, these wild animals all carry bacteria. You definitely can’t directly touch the fish guts. I’m afraid of secondary contamination after killing them, so if you wash them in clean water, it’s just right."

Elara Hale didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t stupid; it was obvious that Zion Fitzwilliam just wanted her to stay there with him.

Saying he wanted her to wash the fish was nothing but wanting her to keep him company.

But in the end, she said nothing, nodded, and put on gloves to start washing the fish.

After washing, the fish were taken by Lucy Taylor, and Damian Fitzwilliam marinated them, skewered them onto iron sticks, and placed them on the grill.

Soon, the fragrance of the grilled fish wafted in the air.

Lucy Taylor brought the first freshly grilled fish to Elara Hale, presenting it like a treasure, "Try it, it’s really delicious."

Elara Hale said, "Thank you."

Taking it, she bit into it. The fish meat was tender and fresh, the salinity was just right, and surprisingly had a sweet aftertaste.

It was really quite tasty.

Zion Fitzwilliam was still bent over handling the fish and asked, "Is it good?"

Elara Hale nodded, "Good."

Zion Fitzwilliam’s tone was as casual as talking about the weather, "Give me a taste."

Elara Hale was taken aback.

Both of his hands were occupied; clearly, this tasting was intended for her to feed him.

She held the skewer, unmoving, while Zion Fitzwilliam naturally lifted his head to look at her, "You don’t want to give me a bite?"

Elara Hale had no choice but to bring the grilled fish to his mouth, and Zion Fitzwilliam took a bite from her hand, nodding, "Indeed, it’s nice."

Elara Hale munched on the grilled fish mindlessly, distracted.

It was only when Zion Fitzwilliam finished handling all the fish and handed them to Lucy Taylor that he washed and disinfected his hands, sat next to Elara, and handed her a newly grilled fish.

"I heard everything you said yesterday."

Elara Hale instinctively sat up straight and looked at him.

Zion Fitzwilliam gave her a helpless smile, "But I’ve loved you for so many years; it’s not something I can just walk away from easily, so could you give me a little time?"

Elara Hale opened her mouth to confirm, "You agreed, right?"

Zion Fitzwilliam nodded, "I understand your concerns and am willing to respect you, but I need a little time."

"...How long?" Elara Hale asked.

Zion Fitzwilliam thought for a moment, "No more than a month. Is that okay?"

Elara Hale looked at him, "Can I trust you on this? You won’t stall and refuse to leave when the time comes?"

"I won’t do such deceitful things," Zion Fitzwilliam laughed bitterly, "Am I so untrustworthy in your eyes?"

Elara Hale shook her head.

Thinking if it were the old you, she would undoubtedly believe without hesitation, but recently... he’s been quite hands-on, like a scoundrel.

Who could believe that?

But ultimately, she raised no objections to what he said. She knew that for Zion Fitzwilliam’s status, reaching this point was already a compromise.

Since he’s willing to cooperate, she shouldn’t push too hard; it might backfire otherwise.

Just that tomorrow she had planned to deal with the divorce, now has to postpone by a month.

Meanwhile, in Northgarde.

Joanne Carter left the school gate, looking around for Miles Morgan’s figure.

Not seeing Miles Morgan, she called him with her phone watch, "Uncle Morgan, where are you? I’m off school now."

Miles Morgan apologized, "Sorry, Joanne, wait for me at the guard post for a bit. I’m almost there. There’s a bit of traffic, at most ten minutes. Wait for me, don’t run off."

Joanne Carter agreed readily, "Alright, don’t rush, drive safe."

Hanging up the phone, she was about to walk towards the gatehouse when she heard a familiar voice from behind, "Joanne Carter."

Joanne turned her head, her face changing slightly, "Uncle Jacobs, what are you doing here again?"

Mason Jacobs smiled gently, asking, "Did you put what I gave you that day into her drink?"

Joanne replied impatiently, "No! I would never harm Aunt Hale. Don’t come to me again; I won’t agree to this!"

Mason’s face darkened, "You didn’t give it to her? Aren’t you really worried that once she has her child, she won’t care about you anymore? If they send you back to the orphanage, what will you do then? If you’ve never seen the city’s prosperity, it would be one thing, but since you have, are you really willing to spend your whole life in the mountains?"

Joanne couldn’t be bothered to explain that Uncle Fitzwilliam had already developed a whole career plan for her, "Anyway, that’s none of your business. Don’t look for me anymore."

Mason frowned and grabbed her, "How about this, you drug her, and I’ll give you one million. It’s a huge sum of money. The drug is colorless and tasteless, even if you do it, no one will know it’s you. You can solidify your position and get so much money, it’s worthwhile."

Joanne pushed him away with force, exclaiming loudly, "Can you stay away from me? Why do you insist I harm Aunt Hale? I like Aunt Hale; I’m very happy she’s having a baby. I will never hurt Aunt Hale. Can you please stop coming to find me!"

After saying this, she ran into the duty room in large strides.

Mason wanted to pursue her, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Miles Morgan had parked the car on the roadside. He clenched his fist and turned around to leave.

Joanne, this fool, actually believes that Elara Hale will still treat her well after having her own child.

It seems this fool is unreliable; he has to think of another way.

He could accept Elara Hale again, but he could not accept her carrying another man’s child.

The child in her stomach has to be taken care of.

After walking a while, he came to his parked car, got in, and called a number.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to repay me? The time has come for you to return the favor." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Jacobs Villa.

Kylie Dalton pondered for several days and finally decided to sound out Mason Jacobs.

If Mason really killed Patrick Doyle, then this son is too terrifying.

She couldn’t just sit and wait; what if one day he turned his knife towards her... Kylie dared not think further.

Finally, hearing the sound of brakes outside, Kylie abruptly stood up. It didn’t take long for Mason to walk in from outside. Seeing her on edge, Mason frowned and asked, "Mom, is something wrong?"

Kylie suppressed her fear and feigned calmness to ask, "Mason, any news about Doyle? I haven’t seen him in ages, and I can’t find him anywhere."

Mason’s face showed no change, "No, don’t worry, I have people looking for him. I’ll let you know if there’s any news."

After speaking, he headed upstairs. Looking after his retreating figure, Kylie couldn’t help but say, "Mason, please try hard to find him, okay? I really love him."

Mason paused in his steps and turned back with a smile, "Mom, do you think I don’t know how important he is to you? Rest assured, I’ll let you know as soon as there’s any news."

Kylie couldn’t see any unusual signs on his face, yet she dared not press further, opting to let it go for now, awkwardly smiling, "Okay, then you go on with your work."

Turning his back to her, Mason’s smile vanished instantly. He was extremely perceptive, and no matter how well Kylie tried to cover it up, he noticed.

Something’s not right with Kylie Dalton.

Perhaps she’s genuinely suspecting him. After all, there was a surveillance video showing Patrick Doyle getting into his car.

Although he explained it was fake, whether she believed it wasn’t certain.

But does it matter if she suspects? He did things covertly, and even if she suspects, it’s just suspicion.

Without proof, she wouldn’t dare confront him directly.

Inside Melbourne Manor.

After finishing fishing, it was already a weekend afternoon. Zion Fitzwilliam originally had other plans, but Elara saw through his intentions and steadfastly refused to stay, insisting on returning home, using work as an excuse.

Zion had no choice but to agree.

Lucy Taylor and Damian Fitzwilliam escorted them to the airport. Before leaving, Lucy held onto Elara and said, "Elara, don’t be afraid, just get a divorce. With me protecting you, Zion won’t dare to do anything to you, and your ex-husband, too, there’s nothing to fear. Even if you get divorced, I’ll protect you."

Elara was very grateful. Lucy had never liked her much, but now she was willing to support her. Elara chose not to dig into the underlying logic behind Lucy’s actions. At the very least, the concern and support Lucy extended to her were genuine.

She nodded, "I know, thank you."

Meanwhile, Damian also stopped Zion Fitzwilliam, saying, "I can tell there’s an issue between the two of you, isn’t there?"

Zion paused, his voice low, "I will resolve it."

Damian chuckled, "I’m glad you said resolve, and not retreat or avoid."

He paused, and for the first time in his life, took on the tone of a father, admonishing earnestly, "You must respect others. Not giving up is your business, but you must not cause others discomfort. That’s not called persistence, it’s called harassment, understand?"

Zion smiled, "Rest assured."

He turned and led Elara into the airport.

Inside, Elara pulled her hand away from his gently but firmly, suddenly remembering something, and said, "Oh, tomorrow night, our group has a team dinner and we’re supposed to bring family members. If you have time, could you fill in for me?"

Although it was organized because of Jean Dunn’s matter, she had previously mentioned her marriage to Vera Ford and Jean Dunn. Suddenly getting a divorce might cause them to overthink.