Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 164: Substantial Progress, Zion Fitzwilliam Is Long Past Sober

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Substantial Progress, Zion Fitzwilliam Is Long Past Sober

Elara received the phone call while she was still at Esther’s house.

The two of them had started watching Esther’s new drama at twelve-thirty and kept watching until three-thirty when the episodes for this year were finally over.

Esther was on cloud nine, repeatedly asking, "Tell me, how was my performance as the lead actress? Wasn’t it amazing? Amongst a bunch of mediocre actors, I stood out like a dazzling beauty!"

Elara nodded in agreement, "Yeah, absolutely amazing and stunning. Stick with it for another year, and the Oscar is as good as yours!"

Esther knew she was just trying to encourage her, but it felt so great to hear it that she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "Finally, I’m going to make it! Thanks to your Mr. Fitzwilliam, really, if I win the Oscar, I owe him two big thank-yous."

Elara was both amused and exasperated, "No need to go that far."

At that moment, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and she answered it without thinking, "Hello, who is this?"

An unfamiliar male voice, somewhat uncertain, asked, "Is this Miss Hale?"

Elara replied, "Yes, it is. What can I do for you?"

On the other end, Miles breathed a sigh of relief. President Fitzwilliam was drunk. Miles didn’t know where President Fitzwilliam lived and had no idea what to do. He consulted Assistant Harris, who was sent abroad, and he suggested not leaving President Fitzwilliam at a hotel. He gave him this number, saying to hand President Fitzwilliam over to Miss Hale, and he would be grateful when he sobered up.

Miles listened to Assistant Harris’s advice, which didn’t sound very reliable. With no other option, he decided to make the call.

At this point, it didn’t matter who the other person was. He quickly said, "Miss Hale, President Fitzwilliam is drunk. Can you come to pick him up, or should I bring him to you?"

Elara was taken aback. Zion Fitzwilliam got drunk? Wasn’t his drinking capacity quite high? Once, even Zara and Esther couldn’t outdrink him, and in her opinion, those two already had an impressive capacity.

She didn’t expect Zion Fitzwilliam to get drunk.

The thought brought a smile to her face. No matter how capable he was, he was still human. He had always seemed so invincible that she forgot he could get drunk.

"Where are you guys?" Elara asked.

Miles quickly responded, "We’re at the Qyria Club."

Elara remembered that club. Last time she went to a crew celebration banquet with Esther but ran into Kylie and was nearly forced to kneel and beg by her.

It was strange; that day, she and Esther followed the crew to another club, thinking Kylie would pursue and crush them, but Kylie never showed up.

She and Esther took the chance to leave and somehow escaped the ordeal.

Now, hearing this address once more made Elara a bit apprehensive. But she figured Miles was Zion Fitzwilliam’s colleague and had already gone out of his way to make a call. Asking him to drive Zion home might be too much.

So she hesitated for a moment before saying, "I’ll come over to find you."

"Thank you, Miss Hale," Miles responded quickly, sounding very polite.

Elara thought this colleague of Zion Fitzwilliam’s was a bit too courteous.

She hung up the phone and ran to Esther. "I can’t keep you company anymore. Zion’s colleague called. He’s drunk, so I have to pick him up."

Esther, who had been admiring herself in the mirror, immediately became interested. "Oh, he’s drunk? What an opportunity, you should seize the moment and do this and that..."

As she spoke, she grabbed something from the table and handed it to Elara, winking. "Remember to be prepared, just in case."

Elara glanced down at the small square package, 001...

She recoiled as if scalded, hastily tossing it back. "No need for that...’

Esther looked disapprovingly and shoved it back into her hand. "Come on, single people, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Just take it; better safe than sorry. If you manage to win him over, I’ll be impressed!"

Elara couldn’t decline, so she reluctantly put it in her pocket for now.

However, she was curious, "Why do you even have this?"

Esther wasn’t one to mess around. Without a boyfriend, having such a thing at home seemed odd.

Esther’s expression turned intriguing as she avoided Elara’s gaze and said nonchalantly, "I’ve said, as a single adult woman, having one just in case is normal, isn’t it? Better safe than sorry, in case I do bring a boyfriend home someday."

Elara was puzzled, "But don’t they sell these in boxes? If you bought a box, where are the others?"

Esther had enough, pushing her out impatiently, "Girl, worry about yourself, please. I’m begging you to make a move today. If you have no progress by tomorrow, don’t blame me for looking down on you."

Elara was pushed out, and the door slammed shut with a thud.

She looked at the closed door, feeling that Esther was being secretive.

But now was not the time to worry. She could ask about it another day; there were more pressing matters — like getting a cab to pick up Fitzwilliam.

Inside the room, Esther leaned against the door, patting her chest to calm down. "Damn, this woman is clueless about her own matters but sharp about others. Almost got found out."

It’s not that she didn’t want to confess, but some people were just too embarrassing to be seen with.

It was an accidental encounter, best forgotten after waking up. Any more recollection would be shameful. How could she have ended up with a guy like that?

Esther smacked her cheeks and was about to head to the living room when there was a knock at the door.

Thinking Elara had returned, she opened it with a smile, saying, "What’s up? Need more of those..."

Her voice trailed off, and the smile froze when she saw the person standing outside.

Her brow furrowed involuntarily, "What the hell do you want?"

She started to close the door.

Owen Grayson, seeing this, held the door and said with a hint of displeasure, "What? Am I not allowed to come by? Didn’t we agree to let that night be water under the bridge? You’re not going to tell me you’ve fallen for me now, are you?"

"That’s bullshit!" Esther glared, "I’d fall for a dog before falling for you!"

"Well then." Owen pushed past her and sauntered inside, "As former colleagues, me visiting your place, isn’t it considered impolite to kick me out?"

Esther felt numb, saying without any courtesy, "Why do you have nothing better to do than visit my place? Are we good friends or something?"

Owen chuckled, "We’ve had deep conversations. Isn’t that friendship?"

"Owen Grayson!" Esther growled through clenched teeth, "Say one more word, and see what happens."

"Fine, fine." Owen backed down quickly, but casually went to the sofa and turned on the TV, "Today’s the premiere of our drama. I came to watch it with you."

Esther walked over with a blank face, "Thanks, but I’ve already watched it with someone else."

Owen’s eyes momentarily darkened, though he kept smiling, "Other than me, you got another playmate?"

Esther scoffed, too lazy to respond, turned around to pour some water, and came back with a glass. As she approached, Owen casually stuck out a leg, causing Esther to stumble, spill the water, and lose her balance, falling towards him...

Then, she ended up on top of Owen.

Owen Grayson smiled, "I knew you were lonely, but I didn’t expect you to play so wildly."

"Screw you..."

Esther Carter swore, just about to get up when Owen suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist. With a forceful pull, their positions reversed...

Esther went from being on top to being pinned below, and the strange sensation that came made her heart tighten inexplicably. She glared viciously at Owen, "You bastard, go hire someone yourself. Don’t touch me!"

Owen usually joked and bantered with her, but at this moment, his face was focused as he looked down at her. That little mouth that pissed people off without taking responsibility was opening and closing, but his mind was distracted; he didn’t even hear what she said.

He cupped the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her.

The next second.

"Ah!" It was the scream of lips and tongue being bitten hard.

"Ah!!!!" It was the scream of the body’s most sensitive part being kicked.

Esther Carter patted her clothes and stood up, looking down at the man curled up on the carpet like a shrimp, sneering, "Playing with you once was giving you face, and you want a second time shamelessly? Do you know why a one-night stand is called a one-night stand? After getting out of bed, we part ways and never see each other again! Not following the rules of the game means you’re asking for it."

She turned on her heels and walked away, "You just look okay, your skills in bed are nothing special. When you’re done hurting, get out of here, and stay away from me in the future."

Turning into the bedroom, she closed the door behind her.

On the carpet, Owen clutched his throbbing pain, tears streaming down his face.

Of course, his skills weren’t great, what decent guy can gallop across the desert on his first time?

Besides, how good were her skills anyway, she couldn’t even find the right place...

Thinking of this, he felt aggrieved again.

They were both new to this, why was this woman so cocky!

Meanwhile, after leaving Esther Carter’s place, Elara Hale took a cab to Qyria Club.

Miles Morgan was supporting Zion Fitzwilliam, standing at the entrance. When he saw her, he looked as if he’d seen a lifeline and hurriedly handed him over.

"President Fitzwilliam drank quite a bit," Miles hesitated for a moment but still advised, "If he doesn’t sober up, he might feel terrible tomorrow."

Elara nodded, not mentioning that she had experience taking care of overly drunken men. She’d brewed hangover remedies for Mason before... She didn’t want to recall those times.

She just told Miles, "Don’t worry, thank you very much."

Miles was taken aback by the praise, quickly responding, "It’s nothing, just doing my job."

Zion got into the car, and Elara supported him, "Zion, do you feel uncomfortable? If you want to throw up, let me know, alright?"

After speaking, she told the driver, "Please drive slowly."

"Alright." Because Elara had tipped extra, the driver showed no signs of impatience.

Zion leaned his head against Elara’s shoulder, his eyes half-closed.

He wasn’t very drunk, only half acting it.

But tonight, he did drink a lot, primarily because his mind was in turmoil, unable to settle down.

He thought drinking more would calm his nerves, but even after, he still felt restless. Especially now, leaning on Elara’s shoulder, he was even more tense.

His mind kept flashing back to Esther Carter’s words.

He faintly closed his eyes, feigning drunkenness, while Elara bowed her head, secretly scrutinizing his face. He was exceptionally handsome, his features like those of a comic book character. He seemed a bit hot, raising a hand to loosen his tie. The white shirt’s sleeves peeked out from the jacket’s cuff, with the tie slackly hanging around his neck, exuding an air of sophistication and reserve.

Staring at those thin lips, Elara’s heart raced. What would it feel like to kiss them...

Oh heavens, what was she thinking.

Elara felt deeply embarrassed, fancying someone drunken, someone who trusted her, and yet she considered doing something so reprehensible.

Each harboring their own thoughts, they soon reached the neighborhood.

Elara paid the fare and helped Zion out of the car. He seemed to recover some awareness, "Elara..."

Elara quickly replied, "Does it feel uncomfortable? We’re almost home, I’ll make... some honey water for you."

She initially planned on saying hangover soup, but remembering she didn’t have the ingredients at home, she changed it to honey water.

Zion leaned against her, a faint smile on his lips.

They leaned on each other, slowly making their way home.

Once the door was open, Elara first placed Zion on the couch before turning to make the honey water.

Once ready, she carried it back to him, helping him sit up, "Zion, drink some honey water, it’ll help."

Zion lowered his head, drinking a few sips from her hand.

Elara placed the cup on the coffee table, then turned to help him remove his suit jacket. After some thought, she also took off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and collar.

This way, he’d feel more comfortable.

She was so focused on her task that she didn’t notice when his dark eyes began to watch her attentively and seriously, his gaze deep and profound.

Just as she was about to help Zion into the bedroom to rest, he suddenly embraced her, one strong arm pulling her close, while the other hand cupped the back of her head, kissing her with urgency.

The kiss was so passionate and swift that Elara was caught off guard. Zion took advantage of her daze to deepen the kiss.

Perhaps the lack of oxygen made her brain short-circuit, as Elara only realized what was happening after being kissed for a while, gently pushing him, "Zion, are you still sober?"

Zion had long lost his sobriety.

He gently leaned in, slowly pressing her down, one hand protecting Elara’s shoulder and back, the other unbuttoning her top.

Elara’s mind went blank, not even processing what was happening for a moment.

Until his kisses moved from her lips slowly downwards, to her neck, her collarbone... 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

She began struggling in slight panic, "Zion... don’t..."

Zion had drunk too much. What he thought was decent self-control was now shattering to pieces. Holding the woman he longed for was like a drowning man clutching the only piece of driftwood, unable to resist wanting to lose himself in it...

The setting sun cast a warm glow across the living room, with a breeze flowing through the open window, lightly stirring the curtains...