Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 10: The Uncannily Familiar Old House

Elara spotted Zion Fitzwilliam as soon as she came downstairs.

His aura was striking, unmistakably visible in a crowd. Dressed in a silver-gray suit, he looked more like a high-level executive than an insurance salesman.

Behind him was an old white Jetta, coated in a thick layer of dust. The passenger door was open, and he leaned against it, smoking.

Upon seeing Elara, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette, threw it into the trash, and straightened up, saying, "Get in the car first, we’ll talk there."

With that, he sat in the passenger seat.

Elara had no choice but to open the back door and get in.

The driver was a man with a distinctive appearance—long hair, long beard, yet wore gold-rimmed glasses, presenting a bizarre contrast between rugged and refined.

The car began to move, rattling, causing Elara to instinctively grasp the handle.

The driver saw this through the rearview mirror and joked, "Don’t worry, sis-in-law, the car won’t fall apart."

Elara felt awkward being called that, and the term only added to her discomfort.

Zion seemed to notice her unease, introducing, "Brandon White, my friend, just got his domestic attorney’s license this year. He’s giving us a ride, and we’ll chat about the case on the way."

Just got licensed this year?

Elara hesitated, unsure how to respond. She decided to respect Zion and his friend, refraining from blunt skepticism, and asked, "Attorney White, what’s your view on this case?"

Brandon seemed puzzled. In his ten years of practice, no client had ever asked him this.

Such a simple case—why not directly bulldoze through and claim the ideal emotional compensation? What’s there to view?

He pondered a bit, not daring to answer hastily, and returned the question, "What’s your view, sis-in-law?"

Elara didn’t hold back, frowning slightly as she said, "To my knowledge, Jacobs Group has a dozen top lawyers. The Jacobs Family has deep judicial connections in Northgarde. Last year, an employee of Jacobs Corporation got into a fight with a superior, ended up sued, and the company paid him sixty thousand."

At the time of the verdict, she wanted to speak for the employee but was mocked by Mason Jacobs for being naive.

Back then, their relationship wasn’t as acrimonious as it is now. Mason patiently explained the bigger picture to her, but Elara only felt he was twisting the truth.

And now, it’s her turn to be on the receiving end of such distortion...

She paused, candidly speaking her view, "I think we have no chance of winning. I want to apply for a private settlement as much as possible."

Her words left the car silent for a moment.

Brandon doubted his ears, incredulously turning to the man beside him, his voice dry, "Seriously, Old Fitzwilliam, didn’t you tell sis-in-law..."

The passenger window was open, Zion’s elbow rested on it, exposing half of his wrist, as he gave Brandon a warning look.

Brandon shuddered and immediately zipped his lips.

Elara didn’t notice anything odd, merely worried and downcast. Zion’s steady, calm voice suddenly broke the silence, "Let’s try. Consider it an opportunity for Brandon to practice."

Brandon: ?

Elara hesitated. Isn’t the cost of this practice a little too high?

Zion spoke again, "If we lose, I’ll figure out the compensation myself."

At this point, Elara couldn’t say much more, nodding reluctantly.

She couldn’t help but think, isn’t this guy just a sucker?

However, she quickly figured it out; Zion is gay, willing to take such a big risk to give Brandon a chance to practice. Need more explanation on their relationship?

Her gaze at Zion couldn’t help but carry some depth.

Such deep affection, spending tens of thousands to let his lover practice.

In relationships, the greatest fear is one being love-struck while the other is calculating. Hope Zion’s end won’t be like hers.

The old Jetta entered the old city district, winding through narrow alleys, finally stopping in front of a five-story building with peeling walls.

Elara opened the car door, looked around, and had a moment of confusion.

This place felt inexplicably familiar to her.

Yet she clearly hadn’t been here before.

Brandon sat in the car and waved at them, "Old Fitzwilliam, sis-in-law, I’ll be off then."

Zion nodded slightly, "Alright."

Elara smiled back, "Attorney White, goodbye." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The old Jetta soon clattered away.

Elara looked at the man beside her, "Mr. Fitzwilliam, should we go up?"

Zion joked half-seriously, "Once we’re up there, call me Zion, okay? If you keep calling me Mr. Fitzwilliam, my grandma’s definitely going to doubt you’re my wife."

His last words were too blunt, making Elara’s ears warm. She was just there to help act out a scene, yet it sounded like they were genuinely a married couple.

Indeed, Zion lent her ten thousand dollars last night, on the condition that she would pose as his newlywed wife and have dinner at his grandma’s house.

He explained that, since his grandma raised him, he didn’t want her worried about his marital status all the time. So he came back specifically to tell her he was married, to put the old lady’s mind at ease.

This was a responsibility they had agreed on before getting the marriage certificate, and Elara naturally wouldn’t refuse.

Zion’s gaze hadn’t shifted, carrying a hint of anticipation as he looked at her.

Elara belatedly realized, was he waiting for her to change the way she addressed him?

What should have been a casual term, now seemed daunting, possibly due to being watched intently. Elara steeled herself and called out, "Zion."

Her voice was inherently soft and delicate, now tinged with shyness, like a soft feather tickling the heart.

Zion’s eyes darkened for a moment, his adam’s apple moving up and down. After a few seconds, he nodded with a voice slightly tense, "Alright, let’s go up then."

Elara followed him into the stairwell.

This was an old unit building, without an elevator, the stairwell dimly lit. Zion’s tall build almost blocked Elara’s view, leaving her to merely watch her steps and follow him up step by step.

At some point, the man stopped, and Elara, unaware, bumped into his back. His jacket carried a cool crispness, making Elara yelp and hurriedly step back.

She forgot about being on the stairs, consequently losing her balance as the weightlessness suddenly struck, causing her to cry out and fall backward uncontrollably.

In the critical moment, Zion reached out and pulled her back, and Elara inadvertently fell into his embrace.

The steps were narrow, and fearing she’d fall, Zion held her tightly. His embrace was warm, his steady figure radiating safety, while his heartbeat pulsed rapidly in the sudden rush.

Elara quickly regained her senses, stepping aside and apologizing with a thank you.

Zion seemed amused by her demeanor, letting out a low chuckle, "No problem."

Elara initially felt embarrassed, but remembering this person is a gay friend, she relaxed, turning towards the door and asking, "Is it this one?"

Zion nodded, "Yes."

He stepped forward, bypassing Elara, and moved to knock on the door.