Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 48: Take Off Your Clothes...

Across the street, a pink Porsche Panamera quietly parked.

Haylie Sommers poked Rosalind Jacobs’s arm, "Do you believe it now? That guy is really good friends with Elara Hale."

Rosalind Jacobs gave her a half-smile, "You’re just selling it out like that? I heard the Dalton Family is very satisfied with you."

Haylie Sommers pursed her lips and said disdainfully, "It’s just the Dalton Family, they really think I can’t see through their intentions? They want to climb up high, I just play along for fun, like raising a fish! You know my dad prefers The Warner Family."

Rosalind Jacobs rudely dashed her hopes, "The Warner Family is developing in politics. My brother told me long ago, politicians look down on businessmen. Families like ours either find someone with similar conditions or someone better, but crossing classes is impossible."

Haylie Sommers sighed, feeling a bit hopeful, "It’d be great if I could catch The Warner Family’s eye."

Being married into The Warner Family would be quite a spectacle in Northgarde.

Haylie Sommers waved it off, "Let’s not talk about that. What’s your plan? Let me be honest with you, Zara Dalton is okay, but it means nothing to me. If you need anything, don’t hesitate."

Rosalind Jacobs looked towards Elara Hale’s direction, a hint of coldness passing through her eyes after a while, "Since even Heaven helps me, let her——rot in hell completely!"

The two exchanged a glance and smiled arrogantly.

Rosalind Jacobs quickly started the engine and quietly left.

When Zion Fitzwilliam arrived, Zara Dalton had just bought ointment and gauze, ready to lift Elara Hale’s clothes.

He strode up, seamlessly took the ointment, and said in a deep voice, "I’ll do it."

At the same time, he gestured not far away, and a few people who were silently approaching immediately stopped.

Zara Dalton was about to curse at whoever was so blind, but when he turned his head and saw Zion Fitzwilliam, he stepped back in alarm.

Oh my, big shot!

Esther Carter sensibly stepped back as well.

Both of them had the same thought as Zara Dalton—big shot’s here, how scary!

They later investigated, and found no prominent Fitzwilliam family in Northgarde, but clearly, Grandma Fitzwilliam’s background was significant. Not local, meaning the Fitzwilliam Family was even more unfathomable, and not to be offended.

Elara Hale hadn’t noticed the abnormality of her two friends. Seeing Zion Fitzwilliam reminded her she had urgently called him earlier, feeling slightly apologetic, "Sorry for making you come for nothing, they’ve already left."

Zion Fitzwilliam remained impassive, stepped forward and said, "As long as you’re okay. Let me see where you’re hurt."

Elara Hale hastily replied, "No need, they helped me..."

Before she finished, Esther Carter quickly waved her hands, "Um, Elara, I just remembered, I have something to do, gotta go now!"

Zara Dalton hesitated for a moment, annoyed, tapped his own head, and continued bravely, "Esther’s always reckless, I hope it’s nothing serious with her dad. I’ll go find her!"

After saying that, he put the bandages and alcohol on the table and hurriedly ran off.

Elara Hale stared at the backs of her two friends in confusion, what were they up to?

Zion Fitzwilliam barely curved his lips, looking at Elara Hale, asked, "Can you endure it? Let’s go home first, I’ll help you apply the ointment."

Elara Hale had no choice but to nod, "Alright."

Not far away, Esther Carter and Zara Dalton stopped at a corner, secretly looked out to see Elara Hale and Zion Fitzwilliam get into a taxi, then finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zara Dalton guiltily said, "Do you think we’re too disloyal?"

Esther Carter nodded in agreement, "What we did was indeed inconsiderate, but... it’s just applying ointment, that guy’s gay, what are you afraid of."

Zara Dalton touched his nose, kept silent.

If before he just suspected, now he was almost sure, this Mr. Fitzwilliam definitely has nothing to do with the gay community.

You can tell if a guy has any "gay scent" as soon as you smell it.

The way Zion Fitzwilliam took the ointment from him, his straight man vibe almost overflowed.

Tsk, who has Elara Hale gotten herself involved with?

Elara Hale and Zion Fitzwilliam returned home, closed the door, with only the two of them in the room. Zion Fitzwilliam looked at Elara Hale, coughed to cover his embarrassment, "You... you take off your clothes, let me see your injury."

Elara Hale initially didn’t think much of it, but when asked to undress, she felt a bit uncomfortable. But then she thought, they’re both the same gender, nothing to be shy about.

He probably saw her like a white pig, helping her out of goodwill, and here she was awkwardly repaying his kindness.

Thinking this way, any awkwardness in her heart instantly vanished.

She wore a professional style dress today, unbuttoned it, and pulled it down from her upper body, keeping it tight at her waist, exposing only her smooth shoulders and slim back.

At this moment, Elara Hale was only wearing a pink brassiere, Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t even dare to think about what was under it...

His lips inexplicably felt dry, his deep gaze fell upon the half-naked woman before him, always unmoved by women, now his heart raced wildly, nearly unable to suppress his inner impulse...

He took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his gaze uncontrollably glancing at the spot where her clothes ended, thinking the clothes from her waist down were obstructive.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

Her skin was very fair, her shoulders, back, and arms seemed like white jade, making the bruised purple on her back particularly alarming.

Zion Fitzwilliam took another deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Elara Hale, back to him, felt the gaze behind her burning inexplicably, curiously asked, "Why aren’t you applying the ointment yet?"

Zion Fitzwilliam hoarsely replied, "Needed to open the ointment first, took a bit of effort."

He squeezed out a little ointment, slowly applying it to her wounds with his fingertips.

The skin under his fingers was tender, like soft tofu, Zion Fitzwilliam was afraid of hurting her, deliberately making his movements extremely gentle.

Yet even so, Elara Hale’s body shook imperceptibly, clearly in pain, but she gritted her teeth to endure.

Zion Fitzwilliam pursed his lips, softly comforted, "It’ll be over soon. Hang on."

Once the ointment was applied to her back, he immediately put down the ointment, turned away, and said in a deep voice, "Finished."

Elara Hale quickly put on her clothes, turned to look at Zion Fitzwilliam, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "Thank you for the trouble."

Zion Fitzwilliam kept a straight face, nodded, didn’t speak, turned and went back to his room.

Elara Hale felt a pang of discomfort in her heart, was it too much trouble for him to apply ointment? Or did he feel offended?

Unbeknownst to her, Zion Fitzwilliam locked the door, lay down, doing two hundred push-ups...