Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 160: Do You Like Me?

"Actually... I’m bisexual."

The man’s voice exploded like a thunder in Elara’s ears, freezing her on the spot. A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind...

Bisexual, it seems like both men and women are fine?

What does he mean by this? Could it be he... he has feelings for me...

She tried hard to mask her panic, deliberately teasing, "Wh-why say this so suddenly? Did you meet a girl you like?"

Zion Fitzwilliam was silent for a moment, "Sort of."

The blood in Elara’s body suddenly went cold.

He’s met a girl he likes.

He has someone he likes.

Turns out he can like both men and women. But the one he likes isn’t me.

After all, someone as outstanding as him, with a great job, a good family, someone so kind and gentle, and handsome...

How could he like a woman who’s been married?

Elara’s smile was on the verge of collapse, but she still tried hard to keep it up, saying, "Congratulations on finding true love."

Ultimately unwilling to accept this, she suppressed the sour feeling and asked tentatively, "Who is it? Do I know them?"

Zion’s lips moved slightly, facing her smile, he felt unsure inside.

Despite the loss of control last night, he still dared not say it directly. If he broke through, scaring her off would not be worth the risk for him.

So, he could only quietly release a signal, to see her reaction.

However, her reaction made him uneasy.

Upon hearing that he has someone he likes, she wasn’t jealous at all, instead, seemed genuinely happy for him?

Not saying it directly was indeed the correct choice.

But he also felt a bit unwilling, so answered ambiguously, "Someone you know."

Elara’s heart instantly went cold.

Someone both of them know, a female.

She had never seen any woman around him, so it couldn’t be his friends, it must be someone around her.

Among her circle... The colleagues at the company, he’s only met them once, so besides them... Could it be Esther Carter?

At that point, Elara didn’t even have the courage to continue asking.

But she had to ask, "Does she... like you?"

Zion glanced at her, hesitating slightly, "I’m not sure."

Elara’s hanging hopes were utterly crushed.

She finally understood, no wonder Zion had always taken care of her, it was because of Esther Carter, he liked her friend Esther Carter, and since she was Esther’s friend, he took care of her in passing, she was always imagining things...

Not sure if Esther Carter liked Zion Fitzwilliam, if she did, how tormented would she be? On one side was her best friend, on the other was the man she liked... So that’s why she was so concerned about her progress with Zion Fitzwilliam.

Thinking of this, Elara deeply regretted telling Esther Carter about her feelings for Zion Fitzwilliam before, if she hadn’t said it, all three of them might be more relaxed now.

Watching her expression change several times, Zion Fitzwilliam felt anxious as if beating a drum, uncertain of her thoughts, unsure of what she truly thought.

He always felt that Elara’s reaction was a bit off, and cautiously asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Elara hesitated for a moment, forcing a smile as she said to him, "If you really like her, you should bravely tell her, don’t think... so much, two people who love each other should be together, I will sincerely wish you both well."

Zion Fitzwilliam felt a sudden jolt in his heart, instinctively repeating, "You’d wish us well too?"

Something seemed off, had she misunderstood?

Elara barely kept her smile, nodding, "I would certainly wish you well, I’d even be your bridesmaid... No wait, someone who’s been married can’t be a bridesmaid anymore."

She felt a bit down, still forcing a smile, "But it doesn’t matter, I’ll be in the background, making sure your wedding is beautiful."

Because Esther Carter... she’s my best friend.

To her, as long as Esther Carter could be happy, her own grievance wouldn’t matter. She would only offer blessings, because she genuinely hoped Esther Carter could be happy.

She was even happy for Esther Carter, her character was strong, often not expressing grievance, would swallow her pride due to the lack of anyone comforting her from a young age. Her outward strength and dominance were just a facade to protect herself, merely a fear of being hurt.

Having someone provide a harbor for her, letting her wandering heart settle, being freed from distresses, from tears.

Elara was happy for Esther Carter.

Even if that person was the man she liked, she thought it was alright.

Thinking of this, Elara looked at Zion Fitzwilliam, suppressing the soreness in her nose, solemnly saying, "You must treat her well, okay? If you don’t treat her right, I won’t forgive you."

Now, Zion Fitzwilliam could be sure that their conversation had gone off track, he asked, "Who do you think I like?"

Elara felt like crying, sniffing, "Isn’t it Esther Carter?"

"Esther... Esther Carter?" Zion Fitzwilliam almost coughed up blood at this answer, his always calm dark eyes showed a bit of shock, "Why would you have such an outrageous idea?"

Elara replied matter-of-factly, "The women we both know are just my friends, only Esther Carter has more contact with you, it must be her..."

She felt something was off, was Zion Fitzwilliam denying it?

"Not Esther Carter?" Elara frowned, "Then who else?"

Zion Fitzwilliam was slightly displeased despite his good temperament, huffed a bit, ambiguously saying, "Among the people we both know, there’s also you, why didn’t you guess yourself?"

He left this sentence and turned into the bathroom.

Elara stood alone in the living room, feeling like she’d been struck by lightning, no, what did he mean by this?

Was he speaking casually, or...

The previously dissipated tension and panic returned to occupy her heart.

But after Zion Fitzwilliam came out of the bathroom, he only glanced at her, didn’t explain a thing, directly entered the bedroom.

Her heart feels like it’s being scratched by a cat, both tense and a bit excited, she wanted to anticipate something, but feared it was wishful thinking, yet he clearly said such words...

She bit her lip, hugging a pillow as she entered the bedroom.

Zion Fitzwilliam was mopping the floor, when he saw her come in he just looked up once and continued his mopping.

Elara coughed slightly, "You..."

Before she could utter a word, her palms were already sweating, her heart pounding, her face felt burning hot, she finally asked, "You like me?"

Zion Fitzwilliam responded ambiguously again, deliberately with a bit of attitude, showing no emotion, "What do you think?"

He didn’t dare to speak too affirmatively, yesterday afternoon had received news, Elara had gone house hunting the previous morning, already signed a year’s contract, what does this mean? It means she was planning to move out.

If she was interested in him, how could she possibly move out?

So he could only use this method to subtly express his feelings without causing her any resistance.

Elara was flustered. What does she think? What does she think?

Honestly, is it so difficult to just speak plainly? Isn’t it just a matter of liking or not liking, like cutting through the knots with a sharp knife? Why does it have to be like cutting her flesh with a blunt knife?

She was getting a bit frustrated and said directly, "I don’t know."

Zion Fitzwilliam was silent for a few seconds, "Do you not remember what you said to me last night?"

Elara’s back tingled, and she awkwardly chuckled.

She was drunk last night and completely forgot everything that happened, so of course, she didn’t remember anything.

Did she really talk to Zion last night? What did she say? Could she really have confessed her love? No way, she was way too timid for that, right?

"Ahem, I really don’t remember..." Elara muttered anxiously, "What did I say?"

Zion, with a poker face, replied, "You said I was very handsome, had a good physique, and that you wanted to sleep with me."

Elara felt her face burning, wanting to find a hole to crawl into.

She felt too embarrassed to face anyone!

Dear God, what had she done!

This was the ultimate social suicide!

"I... I was just talking nonsense..." she tried to explain, "You know, when someone gets drunk, their brain stops listening, and they’ll blurt out the truth... no, not the truth, it’s, um, nonsense, yes, nonsense. I was just talking nonsense, I really didn’t want to sleep with you... No, I mean, I didn’t really think that, you know?"

Zion watched her fumbling around, and the annoyance he felt earlier disappeared. He knew the anger was because he allowed himself to develop inappropriate expectations, which had nothing to do with her. He was just mad at himself, even though he had initially decided to take it slow, he was losing patience...

At this moment, he couldn’t help but chuckle, "Yes, I understand."

Elara breathed a sigh of relief; with such an interruption, she didn’t have the courage to further probe into whether he liked her or not. She’d already told him she wanted to sleep with him, so did it really matter if he liked her?

She dutifully closed the bedroom door, turned around silently, grabbed her bag from the entrance, and rushed to work as if escaping.

It was too embarrassing, so embarrassing she could dig a three-room-and-one-lounge apartment with her toes.

Why did she say such things, practically staking her life!

What if Zion thought she was just an old lecher?

Her mind was in chaos, and she almost twisted her ankle getting out of the elevator.

Love really affected luck, she was starting to be unlucky, boohoo.

For the next few days, Zion seemed very busy; Elara didn’t see him at all, so she never had the chance to bring up moving out.

"If this drags on, who knows what year it’ll be before things are cleared up." Elara sighed.

"Keep dragging it out, and she’ll eventually forget about it!"

In the private VIP room on the third floor of Qyria Club, Brandon White patted his chest and confidently said to Zion Fitzwilliam.

Zion, sitting on a black leather sofa, glanced irritably at Felix Ford, who was smoking opposite him, and Brandon White, who was cozying up with a beauty, "I knew asking you two was a mistake; you can’t come up with any good ideas."

But he had no other options; these were the only two mates he knew who had been in relationships.

Ever since he learned Elara had signed a rental contract, he immediately thought about the message she sent that afternoon saying she had something to discuss, which was probably about moving out.

So these past few days, he left early and returned late, even avoiding showing his face, fearing she’d confront him about the move.

If she insisted on moving, he had no idea what reason he could use to refuse.

Felix, crossing his legs, flicked the ash from his cigarette and said, "Well, it’s not like I didn’t try. I even followed your instructions to find the landlord, offering ten times the rent to snatch the house, but who’d have thought the landlord was so upright and mistook me for some kind of villain."

Almost got the cops called on me.

He casually tossed the cigarette pack next to him to Zion, "Here, have one, you need to calm down before talking to us. Just imagine if your subordinates found out, the decisive President Fitzwilliam is just a lovestruck fool, would you maintain your reputation?"

Zion tossed the cigarette back, "I quit."

"Quit?" Felix was shocked, "After smoking for over a decade, you just quit? What’s going on?"

Brandon smirked placidly, "Because our sister-in-law doesn’t like the smell of smoke."

"So you quit?" Felix asked incredulously, "Just because she doesn’t like the smell?"

"Why not? She doesn’t like it, so why shouldn’t I quit?" Zion retorted.

This shut Felix and Brandon up.

Finally, Felix mumbled, "I always thought calling you a lovestruck fool was too kind, you’re a serious case of love-sickness, the incurable kind."

Unexpectedly, Zion nodded in agreement, "Yeah, if it’s with her, it’s okay if there’s no cure."

Felix fell silent.

Though he appeared carefree, he had his own unattainable girl, in truth, he wasn’t much wiser than Zion when it came to love.

Whereas Brandon was perplexed, "What does love even feel like? You all sound so foreign to me."

This time, Zion and Felix replied in unison, "You’ll know once you find it."

Mid-air, the two men, bound by similar woes, exchanged a glance, each carrying a hint of bitterness.

Brandon, holding the beauty in his arms, waved his hand dismissively, "Forget it, I’d rather stay the man who stays clear of attachments."

The woman in his arms was tickled into giggles.

Second-floor private room.

Mason Jacobs listened to Special Assistant Wood’s report with an increasingly furrowed brow, "A top surgeon from the Central Hospital, Felix Ford? He not only knows Brandon White but also Felix Ford? What exactly is his background?"

Special Assistant Wood shook his head, "They just had a round of drinks, the waiter couldn’t stay long, but it seems they have a good relationship. Moreover, it was Zion sitting in the lead seat, with Brandon and Felix sitting as subordinates, and Felix even personally poured him a drink."

Mason mulled it over, "If he were someone with a significant status, how could he be just a small sales rep? But if he has no backing, why would so many people stand up for him and Elara?"

Yes, after thinking it through, he suspected the whole ordeal of kidnapping the supposed sister of Elara, who warned his mother, was related to Zion Fitzwilliam. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

After all, Mason knew Elara’s social connections inside out; apart from a man who acted like a drama queen and a woman who was like a tomboy, her only two friends were nowhere near capable of such things.

It had to be Zion-related connections.

So, for the past few days, he’d been discreetly investigating Zion but found nothing, until today when his subordinates spotted Zion with Brandon and Felix.

Felix had the backing of the Ford Family, a top-notch powerhouse in Northgarde. Compared to them, not to mention the Jacobs or Sommers families, even the Warner Family was insignificant.

As for Brandon, though his background was elusive, his actions suggested a significant one.

And yet, both of them showed such respect to Zion, letting him take the primary seat, and even pouring him drinks...

Mason clutched his glass tightly, eventually instructing Special Assistant Wood in a cold voice, "I understand, you may leave."