Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 152: He Wants to Remarry You

On the other end of the phone, Rosalind Jacobs clenched her nails tightly and bit her teeth after a long while, saying, "Alright, why not."

She’s already in a corner, and she can only try her best to cater to him to secure this marriage. After getting married, she will deal with him properly.

She doesn’t believe that the elders of the Grayson Family will actually allow him to mess around like this. At that time, as long as the Grayson elders stand by her side, she will have no problem controlling this man.

Owen Grayson’s smile became meaningful, disdainfully curling his lips as he casually threw a stone onto the nearby glass window, shattering it with a crack.

Rosalind Jacobs frowned and asked, "What’s that sound?"

"Nothing," Owen Grayson said dismissively, "A few people tried to pocket my money without giving me the goods, so my people stabbed him a few times."

Rosalind Jacobs furrowed her brow, unsure of what to say about such matters.

Owen Grayson yawned lazily, "Alright, I’m hanging up. My cravings are getting the better of me; I’ll go indulge myself and bring you along next time."

After speaking, he directly hung up the phone.

Rosalind Jacobs stared at the phone in her hand, filled with unspeakable anger and frustration. Cravings, what kind of cravings?

What else could they be?!

This Owen Grayson is unbelievably arrogant, showing no restraint in front of her.

But thinking about how he’s the same in front of the Grayson elders, she found it expected.

But this scumbag actually wants to drag her down with him... Rosalind Jacobs couldn’t help but shiver.

She’s not unfamiliar with this circle. Northgarde has many second-generation elites indulging in these; before the Eye of Agelessness was taken down, she often attended their gatherings, but it was only to expand her network. With the Jacobs Family’s background, if she didn’t want to do something, those people couldn’t force her.

But Owen Grayson is different. She and the Jacobs Family are absolutely humble before Owen Grayson. If Owen Grayson really wants her to indulge... she might not even have the chance to refuse...

But now the marriage is settled, and the official engagement is set for next month; she has no opportunity to escape it all... Moreover, if she’s not with Owen Grayson, she’ll end up marrying some ordinary person... She’s really unwilling!

The only path forward is one-step-at-a-time.

Rosalind Jacobs leaned back on the sofa, deep in thought.

The film set.

Owen Grayson was playing with his phone, a faintly mocking smile on his lips. He refused to believe this wasn’t enough to scare the other party away.

He’s a wandering eagle with his own path and plans. How could he be easily controlled by family...

Just as this arrogant thought flashed through his mind, a stone suddenly flew straight over from not far away. Esther Carter glared at him from afar, "What’s wrong with you? We have an indoor scene to shoot this afternoon; how are we supposed to shoot with the glass smashed? I’ve never seen someone with a hand as itchy as yours!"

Owen Grayson touched his nose, raised both hands in a surrender gesture, "I’ll pay; I’ll pay right away."

He wouldn’t engage in arguments with women.

Esther Carter gave him a look before turning to stride under the sunshade.

When Owen Grayson saw her looking like she needed a punch, he took a deep breath, feeling irritated, and took another deep breath.

He’s a man aiming for an Oscar; with such strong acting talent, he couldn’t let a woman drive him crazy. Going crazy means losing everything.

He observes with his eyes, nose, and heart.

Moments later, seeing the director getting ready to shoot, Owen Grayson rose with calm emotions and walked over.

As he approached, he overheard Esther Carter seriously suggesting to the director, "How about reducing his scenes? This is primarily a female lead drama. The audience will get tired of his fussing around..."

Owen Grayson just managed to calm his mood, only for it to break again, "Esther Carter! I’ve never seen a woman as despicable, shameless, and vicious as you, ruining my chances!"

Esther Carter saw him approaching, raising an eyebrow, unfazed, "Look at you, loser. Come hit me if you’ve got the guts!"

"You think I really don’t dare hit you!"

"Come on, hit me, hit me, meh-meh-meh!"

"Ahhhh, you crazy woman! Why were you born when I was born! Damn!"

"Meh-meh-meh!"

...

...

Elara Hale’s calf fracture hasn’t healed yet; even after being discharged, she can only recuperate at home.

The company had to temporarily switch her to remote work.

This period of recovery at home was so boring for her. Apart from online work, she had nothing else to do. She initially thought her inability to meet clients in person would cause sales to decline, but somehow, unexpected clients kept coming every day, and her sales figures didn’t drop but instead increased over the month.

By the end of the month, during departmental consolidation, she became the sales champion, receiving a bonus of sixty thousand yuan.

A month later, she could already walk; as long as she didn’t engage in intense activities, she was essentially fine.

Simultaneously, she also gained seven or eight pounds.

There was no way around it; lying in bed all day without a chance to move, and Zion Fitzwilliam providing delicious food and drinks made it difficult not to gain weight.

In the evening, Zion Fitzwilliam picked up Joanne Carter, and immediately dove into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients he brought home today.

Elara Hale went over to take a look, and my goodness, oil-seared shrimp, steamed crab, snowflake beef, and a pot of fragrant chicken soup.

She spoke softly, "Zion, I feel like our household menu has been too lavish recently... Starting tomorrow, I’ll begin dieting, don’t make dinner for me."

Upon hearing this, Zion Fitzwilliam set down the shaving knife he was using, turned, and eyed her for a moment, shaking his head, "You’re not fat."

"I’ve gained eight pounds, eight pounds in a month, look, I’ve even got a double chin!" Elara Hale pinched the flesh on her chin, lamenting, "Do you know what gaining eight pounds in one month means?"

Seeing that she’s genuinely concerned, Zion Fitzwilliam turned to her, comparing her height, "You’re almost 1.7 meters tall; gaining eight pounds, are you even at one hundred ten pounds now?"

"Almost one hundred twenty..." Elara Hale admitted in a muffled tone.

His eyes twinkled with a smile, comforting her, "Gaining or losing a bit of weight doesn’t matter. Love for food is human instinct; only your enemies want you frail."

Elara Hale resolutely refused the chicken soup, "I absolutely can’t gain any more weight; I need to lose weight."

"Alright." Zion Fitzwilliam’s voice remained gentle, with a hint of indulgence, "Then I’ll start making you diet meals tomorrow."

Elara Hale froze for a moment, "Ah?"

She felt a little embarrassed, "I don’t know... you’ve been cooking for me for so long, how can I let you make me diet meals, I..." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"It’s okay," Zion Fitzwilliam’s voice remained tender and accommodating, "I like cooking."

Elara Hale nearly drowned in his gaze.

He had a pair of deeply profound eyes. When he looked at someone seriously, it was easy to give off the illusion of deep affection.

Elara now had such an illusion. She didn’t dare continue making eye contact with him, afraid she might do something irrational, and muttered vaguely, "Alright then, I’ll give you a little extra from my household share."

After speaking, she hurried back to her room.

Zion Fitzwilliam watched her slender back, smiled slightly, shook his head with a soft laugh, his voice almost inaudible, "Where’s the fat..."

The next day was Saturday, and Elara went back to her father’s house. Since her father had surgery one and a half months ago, she hadn’t had the chance to visit to see how his recovery was going.

Arriving at the old residential area, she predictably encountered those old women playing mahjong. Elara still greeted them politely, but her eyes no longer held the familiar warmth they once did.

Ever since she found out how they gossiped behind her back about her divorce, she had lost any inclination to befriend them.

What surprised her, however, was that these women, who had been indifferent to her since the divorce, suddenly grabbed her hand enthusiastically and said, "Oh my, Elara has become even more beautiful! Look at her figure, her outfit, so different from the rest of us!"

"No wonder Elara could marry into a wealthy family!"

"Elara is our community’s golden phoenix who soared away. Elara, my good-for-nothing son is about to graduate. Could you pull some strings to get him into the Jacobs Group?"

"And my niece also dreams of working at the Jacobs Group. Elara, could you put in a good word?"

Elara frowned slightly, withdrew her hand, and distantly said, "Auntie, Ma’am, I’ve long since divorced. I’m afraid I can’t help you with these matters..."

"Oh, we know, we know. A woman has to be a bit reserved if she wants to keep a man in check!"

Elara grew increasingly suspicious; these women’s attitudes toward her were surprisingly different. But why?

Just then, a gentle voice came from the stairs, "Ladies, I’ve noted everything you’ve said. Just have your son and niece come to the company to find me later."

Elara’s face changed as she turned to look up, her pupils contracting, "Mason Jacobs? What are you doing here?"

Mason smiled gently, walking down the steps towards Elara. He raised his hand to stroke her hair, but Elara turned her head to avoid it.

She looked at him warily, her brows tightly knit, as if facing a dangerous person.

Mason wasn’t angry at her reaction; he simply smiled, "I came to see Dad."

Elara’s voice turned cold, "Mason, we’re already divorced. My dad doesn’t need your visits. Please leave."

But Mason took hold of her wrist, "Our divorce was just a misunderstanding. I’ve already explained everything to Dad. Let’s go home first."

Disgust flickered in Elara’s eyes, and she tried to shake off his hand with force, but Mason tightened his grip. She felt as if her wrist was about to be crushed, but she couldn’t free herself at all.

She looked at Mason like an imminent threat, coldly saying, "Let go of me!"

Mason’s voice remained gentle, as if the force he was exerting didn’t exist, "Stop making a fuss. Let’s go home."

Elara was pulled upstairs, step by step, by Mason.

She was greatly alarmed; Mason had never been like this before. During their two years of marriage, their relationship had been more like respectful roommates. She always felt she couldn’t get close to him, yet Mason maintained a sense of distance the entire time. He stayed out while she managed the home, and they never had any emotional outbursts.

But now, beneath Mason’s gentle exterior lay a great danger, giving her an intensely chilling feeling.

She had no room for resistance and was dragged by Mason back into her father’s house.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they entered, Yvette Sommers greeted Mason warmly, overly enthusiastic, "Mason is back? Oh, Elara’s back too? Quickly, go see your dad. He was able to take two steps on his own yesterday."

Elara, hearing this, couldn’t care less about Mason, and rushed to see her father.

David Hales stood up with a smile, resting on a walker. Once he was stable, he gently released his hands.

Then, he took a tentative step forward, his body wavering. Elara almost stepped up to support him in shock, but David managed to steady himself before taking another step.

The third step.

The fourth step.

After four steps, he was drenched in sweat, but he smiled warmly at Elara as if looking for praise, "Just started walking, can’t do much yet, but soon, your old dad will be back on his feet again."

Elara helped him back to the sofa, her nose stinging fiercely. Her eyes reddened, afraid to speak, fearing she might burst into tears if she opened her mouth.

Her father had been paralyzed for three and a half years.

At first, she refused to believe her father couldn’t stand, taking him everywhere to see renowned doctors. No one knew what she went through during that time, with hopes repeatedly dashed...

Eventually, she and her father accepted reality.

She thought it would be like this for life, but unexpectedly, Zion Fitzwilliam gave her father another chance.

If it weren’t for Zion knowing Felix Ford, and Felix knowing that expert, how would her father have such a good opportunity...

She was incredibly grateful to Zion; Zion was a benefactor to her and her father.

Choking up, Elara managed to say only, "Take your time... we’re not in a rush."

Mason, at some point, appeared behind Elara, gently supporting her, softly consoling, "Dad is blessed with good fortune. Being able to stand again means the hard times are over."

Elara instinctively swatted his hand away.

A flash of anger crossed Mason’s eyes but quickly vanished.

He then lowered his head to look at David Hales, smiling, "Dad, let me give your legs a massage to relax them."

With those words, he actually knelt before David Hales, using his noble hands to massage David’s legs.

David frowned, looking at Mason without speaking.

Elara was filled with immense shock; Mason had never done this before. He was so arrogant, even visiting her family, he maintained a superior attitude...

Yet at this moment, she felt no ripple of emotion or gratitude, only apprehension, and a hint of impatience.

Until David spoke, "Mason, what you told me that day, was it all true?"

Mason looked up, sincerity written all over his face, "Dad, I meant every word."

Elara’s pupils shook, "This isn’t your first time here?"

Mason smiled, "Of course not."

David looked up at his daughter, hesitating to speak.

Finally, he only asked, "Elara, Mason has been visiting us almost every day. He said he wants to remarry you. What do you think?"

Elara’s body instantly went rigid.

She looked at Mason in disbelief, her lips trembling, "...Are you out of your mind?"

Mason’s expression froze.