Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 163: Divine Support: She Likes You! Absolutely Loves You!

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Divine Support: She Likes You! Absolutely Loves You!

Grandma Fitzwilliam and Lucy are coming on Thursday, so Elara Hale could only temporarily suppress the emotional turmoil regarding Zion Fitzwilliam and pretend like everything was fine and continue staying there.

During these waiting days, she had a good talk with Joanne Carter.

After all, a seemingly happy "foster family" is going to split up, and a seemingly good family is about to "break apart." For a ten-year-old girl, it’s a bit too cruel.

She was worried that it might leave Joanne with psychological scars.

But what she didn’t expect was that Joanne’s reaction was a bit odd.

"Alright." Joanne sighed, lamenting like a little grown-up, "I didn’t expect you guys would end up like this, it’s kind of a pity."

Elara Hale was shocked, "You noticed the issues between us long ago?"

It shouldn’t be the case; she and Zion Fitzwilliam have always pretended quite well.

Joanne supported her chin, saying, "Of course, though I don’t know how long you’ve been married, anyone can see that you no longer love him. Uncle Fitzwilliam seems to love you very much, he’s always pleasing you, trying to win you back. I was actually looking forward to you reconciling, but now it seems, it’s hopeless."

Elara Hale was shocked and speechless for a moment.

She no longer loves him? Zion Fitzwilliam pleases her, trying to win her back? How did she come to such a conclusion?

Yet Joanne didn’t seem as upset as she feared, instead she said with some expectation, "But I think Uncle Fitzwilliam doesn’t seem like someone who would give up easily. After you divorce, I’m sure he’ll still chase you."

Elara Crane couldn’t help but laugh and cry, children just love to fantasize. She patted Joanne’s head, "Anyway, no matter what, all you need to know is that we love you. I will raise you as I promised before."

At this, Joanne suddenly asked, "Aunt Hale, why did you want to adopt a child back then?"

Elara froze for a moment, then explained calmly, "I’m unable to conceive."

Joanne nodded thoughtfully and also told her, "Then when you’re old, I’ll take care of you."

Elara couldn’t help but smile, flicking her on the forehead, "Just focus on growing up well for now."

She realized that the situation she feared didn’t exist at all, Joanne’s mindset was very open, more so than hers.

After tutoring Joanne’s homework, she came out of Joanne’s bedroom.

Zion Fitzwilliam was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, probably busy with work. The moment Elara saw him, she paused her steps, then sighed disappointedly, and turned to the restroom.

To her, since she’s already decided to withdraw, living like this, head down without seeing, isn’t comfortable at all.

Fortunately, just one more day and it would be over.

The next day was the premiere of Esther Carter’s new series, which Elara had already promised her she’d watch together.

On the way, she bought some snacks for binge-watching. When she arrived at Esther Carter’s rented apartment, Esther enthusiastically pulled her inside and pushed her onto the sofa to sit.

"The premiere’s at twelve-thirty. It’s really the midday golden slot. You sit and wait a bit, I’ll wash my face first."

Elara was surprised, "Don’t tell me you just got up!"

Esther waved her hand, "You have no idea what I went through last night—I’ll tell you later. My luck is simply unbeatable."

As she went into the restroom, Elara looked around, everything was messy, very much in line with Esther’s usual style.

Back when Zara Dalton was around, she often couldn’t resist coming over every now and then to tidy up her room. Now that Zara had gone, who knew how long this girl hadn’t tidied up, the room was in complete disarray.

Elara couldn’t stand it, so she began to tidy up.

Esther Carter indulged herself thoroughly, though she didn’t earn much, she rented a large and good apartment. As Elara tidied, she felt utterly exhausted.

In a hundred-plus square meter flat, normally just her living there, how could she turn it into a pigsty?

When Esther finished her grooming and came prettily into the living room, she was taken aback by her tidy and clean home.

"Oh my, who knew you had the skills of a Cinderella!" She excitedly ran over, hugged Elara, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "But only do this for me. You must be reserved in front of men, never voluntarily do housework, you understand?"

Elara laughed, "Here we go again, I’ve got your theories memorized by heart."

Like pretending you can’t cook, so you don’t have to cook; deliberately breaking a few dishes while washing them, so they don’t trust you to wash dishes anymore; never taking the initiative to do housework, housework belongs to the one who can’t stand it, if you take the first step, you’ve lost. Anyway, all sorts of tricks.

Esther Carter puffed up proudly, "Just admit it, isn’t this the way to go?"

Elara thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I think the best way is: I can do housework, I can cook, but I don’t need to do it. Or I can do it, but I can decide for myself whether to do it or not. If when two people are together, I still have to find all kinds of ways to avoid taking on a bit more housework, it just seems too petty."

Esther Carter surprisedly looked at her, "Wow, you’ve gained wisdom from divorce, haven’t you? But what you said is too idealistic, in real life, unless you find a saint, how could you get such a perfect experience."

Elara thought of Zion Fitzwilliam. He truly is a wonderful person; during the time they lived together, initially she took the initiative to share house chores, but slowly, he cooked, he washed dishes, he cleaned up, even he took out the trash.

She wasn’t unwilling to share, he just always acted before she could.

Unfortunately... she can only be roommates with him, such a good man doesn’t belong to her.

A surge of sadness and loss washed over Elara, and she didn’t feel like talking for a moment.

Esther Carter hadn’t noticed her change in mood and continued speaking, "But your Mr. Fitzwilliam should still be okay. Even if he gets lazy in the future, you would still be able to hire a housekeeper or something."

Rich families have countless servants, even her dad, given his lazy nature, has three or four servants at home.

Elara vaguely agreed, hesitated for a moment, then asked Esther, "What do you think of Zion?"

Esther Carter said, "He’s great, rich, handsome, gentle, and considerate, a perfect match."

"Do you like him?"

Elara thought for a long time and decided to directly ask this question.

Although Zion Fitzwilliam denied that he liked Esther, she didn’t know if Esther might have feelings for Zion...

They’ve been good friends for years, and she doesn’t want any barriers to come between them because of a man.

Esther Carter shivered upon hearing this, "Are you crazy? Am I even worthy?"

Elara frowned, "You don’t like him at all?"

Esther shook her head like a rattle, "Sis, don’t scare me, really, I get frightened easily, you know I like younger puppy-like guys."

Elara sighed in relief, "That’s good."

If Esther truly liked Zion Fitzwilliam, she wouldn’t know how to face it all.

Esther suspiciously looked at her, "No, why did you suddenly ask that?"

Elara told her about the misunderstanding from a few days ago.

Esther Carter widened her eyes, incredulous, "Oh my God, you got drunk and told him you want to sleep with him? He said he likes a woman you know and you thought it was me? He denied it and then asked why you didn’t guess it was yourself?"

She looked like the subway old man looking at a phone, "Seriously, are you two crazy? Playing guess who here? It’s just one sentence, is it really necessary?"

She was anxious just listening!

Elara Hale’s shoulders slumped, feeling low, "I’ve already rented a place and am ready to move out."

Esther Carter had just taken a sip of water, and upon hearing this, she spat it out. Elara Hale quickly handed her a tissue.

"I’m worried for you two, like the Buddha statues, he’s never been in love but haven’t you?" Esther Carter said hurriedly while wiping the water she had spat out, "It’s obvious, isn’t it? He voluntarily told you he’s bisexual! If he didn’t like you, why would he mention it?"

"Moreover, you guessed the wrong person, and he asked why you didn’t guess yourself. You asked him whether he likes you, and he replied asking what you thought. If he didn’t like you, he would have already said it directly, right? This great Mr. Fitzwilliam, is he thirty-something and never pursued a girl? I swear, I’m about to intervene myself."

Esther Carter was truly speechless. That day she urged Elara Hale to confess, the next day she asked Elara Hale about her progress. Elara Hale simply said there was no progress, and she thought Elara Hale chickened out, but who would have thought, who would have thought, things were said like this and these two are like grasshoppers?

She didn’t dare to say such things before, thinking that since the great Mr. Fitzwilliam wanted to remain anonymous around Elara Hale, he probably wanted to cultivate feelings first, and the window paper should be pierced by the great Mr. Fitzwilliam himself when things matured.

But now, she feels her judgment was way off.

The great Mr. Fitzwilliam is just a coward, if you wait for him to break things open, you might have to wait another three years.

He can afford to wait, but can Elara Hale? Another three years, Elara Hale will be 33! The prime childbearing age will only have two years left!

She was really anxious because of these two people. How could anyone talk things to this extent and still manage to wreck it?

So, she bluntly said to Elara Hale, "Mr. Fitzwilliam likes you, really, trust me."

Elara Hale gave a bitter smile, "You don’t need to comfort me, actually I’ve figured it all out."

"You figured out a bunch of nothing!" Esther Carter tapped her on the head, "Even if you were a log, you should feel it. Think about how many things he’s done for you since you two got together?"

Elara Hale was stunned.

Indeed, after knowing Zion Fitzwilliam, he helped her a lot, basically every time she encountered difficulties, he proactively helped out.

"But that’s because he’s a good person." Elara Hale didn’t want to trap herself in pointless expectations.

"To this extent you’re still handing out good person cards?" Esther Carter laughed angrily, "Guess why I got the lead role in this drama? Guess why Zara Dalton could abandon the Dalton Family’s matters and go out to study?"

Elara Hale was stunned, "I know Zara Dalton was introduced by Zion Fitzwilliam, but your lead role is also related to him?"

Is he insuring the entertainment circle too?

Esther Carter offered a stiff smile, "I’m a nobody, couldn’t even get the fourth female lead before, how did I suddenly turn around to play the lead? It’s because your Mr. Fitzwilliam loves everything about you and helped me!"

Elara Hale was dumbfounded, somewhat surprised, but beyond the surprise, felt... quite reasonable.

He’s just such a warm-hearted person, wasn’t she initially moved by his enthusiasm and kindness?

Esther Carter looked at her friend’s impervious-to-reason wooden expression, utterly despairing.

Well, relying on this blockhead to come to her senses is impossible.

Might as well try another approach.

She took out her phone directly, found Zion Fitzwilliam’s contact, and sent a message.

"Elara likes you, I swear on my life, she really does!"

After sending the message, Esther Carter took a deep breath.

Finally feeling relieved, concealing her merit and fame.

The window paper was pierced by her own hands, delivering the true pair to become the rightful couple.

She truly possessed immeasurable virtue!

Elara Hale didn’t know what she had done, seeing it was almost time, urged her, "Quick, turn on the TV, it’s about to start."

Esther Carter had just turned on the TV when her phone rang. She looked a bit panicked, "I’ll take this call."

Elara Hale didn’t mind, waved her hand, "Hurry up, the commercial will be over in two minutes, then the main drama starts."

Esther Carter felt the sofa was like a hot seat and quickly got up and left.

Not only did the sofa feel hot, the phone in her hand felt scorching too. She rushed to another room, closed the door, and cautiously answered, "Mr. Fitzwilliam, is there something you need?"

On the other end, Zion Fitzwilliam was at a business drinking session, saw Esther Carter’s message, and ran out leaving a room full of clients, making the call.

He still held a wine glass, frowning, "Are you guys playing truth or dare?"

Esther Carter closed her eyes, gave it her all, "No! Elara really likes you, she admitted it to me, you two should just get together quickly, I’m anxious just watching."

Zion Fitzwilliam’s hand trembled slightly, he placed the wine glass on a nearby table, steadied his mind, and asked, "Did she just tell you? How did she say it? What were her exact words?"

Esther Carter was stumped, "Exact words... I’ve forgotten long ago, it wasn’t said just now, it was said a long time ago."

Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Alright, I got it."

Esther Carter watched the phone hang up, blinking.

Wait, is that it? No excitement?

You got what? Just got it?

She sensed something was off, but couldn’t put her finger on it, shook her head, forget it, never mind, with words spoken to this point, if nothing progresses between the two, she’ll call them turtle idiots in the future.

Esther Carter put away her phone and happily went to watch the drama.

In the high-end business venue, Zion Fitzwilliam returned to the booth holding a wine glass.

People kept coming up to toast him, Miles Morgan held his liquor quite well, had been blocking for him until Zion Fitzwilliam’s mind became all jumbled, feeling a mix of expectations, anxiety, and worries, thinking such good news couldn’t be true, refusing to self-indulge, altogether found it difficult to calm down.

He patted Miles Morgan’s shoulder, "Take a break."

Later, he accepted all the drinks, downed every toast.

Miles Morgan watched in shock as Zion Fitzwilliam drank cup after cup, amazed at President Fitzwilliam’s drinking capacity.

But, even a machine couldn’t withstand drinking like this.

By the time this drinking session ended, Zion Fitzwilliam personally saw these people out, Miles Morgan standing beside him couldn’t help but marvel, worthy of President Fitzwilliam, drinking so much yet acting like it was nothing.

Unexpectedly, just as those partners were sent off, Zion Fitzwilliam leaned against him.