Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 195: No Need to Apologize, I Accept It Willingly

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: No Need to Apologize, I Accept It Willingly

Because Elara Hale was pregnant, Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t stay long at the clubhouse. After cutting the cake and having a bit of food, he left with Elara Hale.

Jasmine Doyle watched them leave hand in hand, feeling sour inside.

Brandon White, noticing this, placed a hand on her shoulder and consoled, "Stop looking. You know Fitz’s temper; he won’t let go of someone he’s chosen for a lifetime. You might as well move on. There are plenty of guys out there for you. Look, you’ve got a handsome one right in front of you!"

Jasmine shot him a glance and stomped hard on his foot. Brandon cried out in pain, quickly removed his hand, and hugged his foot, groaning in distress.

He protested, "You’re crazy! I was comforting you out of kindness, and you just bit the hand that feeds you!"

Jasmine scoffed, disdainfully saying, "You, a handsome guy? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Why are there so many self-deluded men today? It’s enough to make my eyes bleed!"

Meanwhile, Elara Hale, who was leaving the clubhouse with Zion Fitzwilliam, asked him, "Jasmine isn’t Brandon’s girlfriend, is she?"

Zion raised an eyebrow, "Did she tell you she’s Brandon’s girlfriend?"

Elara shook her head, "No, I just saw them come together and sit together all the time. At first, I thought she was his girlfriend."

Zion confessed proactively, "She likes me."

Elara wasn’t too surprised to hear this expected answer.

Although Jasmine hid it well at first, the things she said later were suspicious, as if she was trying to stir up trouble between her and Zion.

Just because Elara didn’t like to assume the worst of others didn’t mean she was naive. She could clearly sense Jasmine’s subtle hostility.

That’s why she suspected that Jasmine might not be Brandon’s girlfriend, but had a crush on Zion.

Since Jasmine didn’t openly show anything, Elara pretended not to know until they left.

Her calm demeanor left Zion feeling a bit cold inside: not even a hint of jealousy?

Did she truly see him as dispensable?

Sigh, the daily sense of defeat hit hard.

Elara didn’t notice his unusual behavior and continued walking ahead until she realized he was lagging behind. She turned back to look at him and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Zion’s tall figure moved closer to her, patting the area over his heart and said somewhat pathetically, "It hurts here."

The streetlight cast a shadow over Elara as she stood in his shadow, her eyes showing confusion as if she didn’t understand what he meant, but his sudden closeness made her ears turn red unknowingly.

"Someone likes me, and you don’t feel anything?" Zion asked somewhat unwillingly, looking at her.

The depth of expectation in his eyes rendered Elara speechless.

She couldn’t quite understand. Someone liking him wasn’t the same as him liking someone else. Why would she feel anything? It was Jasmine’s own matter, and it didn’t affect her. Even if he did like someone else, it would just mean she loved the wrong person, just like Mason Jacobs, and stepping away would be the best choice.

Moreover, she had already decided to give up on this relationship. If he could fall in love with someone else, she would only give her blessing...

She was naturally broad-minded and would not usually take ordinary matters to heart, especially not trivial ones like this without any real consequences.

However, she chose not to explain Zion’s question in the end.

Letting him misunderstand and eventually give up could be a good thing.

Unexpectedly, Zion merely smiled when he saw her silence.

Then he gently caressed her hair, "It’s okay. I’m used to it."

Elara suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.

She was typically gentle and kind, rarely offending anyone. Her first love was Mason Jacobs, so her experience with relationships was pathetically low, making her oblivious to Zion’s advancing retreat and playing the victim.

It just suddenly struck her that she really seemed to be doing him wrong. He hadn’t done anything wrong, yet because of her withdrawal, he was bearing what he shouldn’t have had to.

"Sorry, I..." She wanted to apologize, but before she could finish, a large, dry hand gently covered her lips.

"No need to apologize," under the dim light, the man’s face was gentle, his gaze deep enough to drown someone, "I enjoy it, Elara."

Elara couldn’t quite describe her feelings—a mixture of being moved, bitter, guilty, and regret.

"Zion, I..."

Zion shook his head, smiled, "No need to say more, I understand."

Elara felt even guiltier now. She had clearly rejected him and laid out the reasons plainly, yet he stubbornly refused to give up.

Feeling uncomfortable, she paused before finally saying, "Let’s... set a time to finalize the divorce procedures."

Zion looked at her gently, finally saying, "Alright."

Feeling complex, Elara got into the car with him. Ever since his identity was exposed, he hadn’t driven a car himself. Plus, that old car was totaled after an accident, so he returned to having a chauffeur drive him daily.

Consequently, Elara had ridden in more luxury cars in this period than in her previous thirty years combined.

Back home, Joanne Carter was already asleep, and Miles Morgan reported briefly to Zion Fitzwilliam before leaving.

Elara went to take a shower. Zion leaned against the bathroom door, listening to the sound of the running water inside. Unable to resist, he spoke up, "Elara, before the divorce, I want to take you to meet my parents."

The sound of water stopped, and Elara’s confused voice came out, "Didn’t we meet them before?"

She had even received six million from them.

Zion chuckled softly, "Not that kind of meeting. I mean a real meeting. There were too many people that day; you didn’t see their real selves. I think we got married once at least, and you should see what your parents-in-law are really like. So, it won’t feel like a regret."

Elara remained silent for a long time.

After a while, she came out with her hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a light pink bath towel.

"Zion," her face showed a moment of conflict but quickly turned firm, "I’m serious about the divorce; meeting your parents won’t change my mind."

Only then did she realize Zion hadn’t reacted. She paused, following his gaze, only to find him staring at her shoulder.

Her face went red with embarrassment and anger, and she punched him, "Pervert!"

Zion reluctantly took his gaze off her smooth shoulder. Can’t blame him for losing control; she was wrapped in pink, revealing her long neck and smooth shoulders, pale slender arms, and legs. It was too stimulating for his nerves.

Images from that evening flashed through her mind uncontrollably: her arms wrapped around his waist, her legs entwined with his...

No man can remain indifferent when faced with the woman he loves, and he was no saint.

Taking a deep breath, Zion Fitzwilliam resignedly apologized, "I’m sorry, I was out of line."

Clearly, even with a legitimate relationship, he had to apologize for glancing at his wife. Perhaps he was the first man in history to do so.

Elara wasn’t really angry; she was just embarrassed. She turned and walked briskly into the bedroom, locking the door as she changed clothes.

When she emerged, she was wearing modest pajamas, covering herself completely, making sure even the top button at the neckline was fastened tightly.

Zion was equally at a loss, so he had to change the topic, "If it’s alright with you, we can fly to Melbourne this weekend. My parents are there for vacation."

Elara let out a small exclamation, "Really going?"

"Let’s look at it as a farewell after getting together—a divorce trip, since we didn’t have a honeymoon," Zion understood what she was concerned about and spoke candidly on purpose.

Elara hesitated; she felt it was unnecessary. But he seemed persistent in this endeavor. If she decided to divorce after meeting his parents, he probably wouldn’t have anything more to say.

To restore things quickly to normal, Elara nodded, "Okay."

She paused and then asked, "I only have a passport, no visa. Isn’t it too late to apply now?"

Zion smiled, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it."

Elara nodded.

Having money is great; even someone like Mason Jacobs couldn’t maneuver this quickly. But Zion spoke as if it was as easy as drinking water.

He untied her hair towel, gently drying her hair, "Did I ever tell you that my father gave up his inheritance from the Fitzwilliam Family for my mother?"

The unexpected intimacy made Elara nervous. She stepped back hastily, trying to get her hair back, "I... I’ll do it myself."

Zion had already switched on the hairdryer, "It’s hard to style your hair alone. Let me help."

His movements were gentle, and Elara could feel his hands softly brushing through her hair. Occasionally, they touched her skin, causing her heart to flutter.

After drying her hair, Zion picked up where he left off, "My parents met in college. My mom had a tough background, an orphan, and relied on student loans for college. My dad chased her; she initially refused, but he convinced her by saying they could have free breakfast every day while dating. To freeload off meals, my mom agreed to date him."

Elara found it incredible, "Really?"

In her mind, Lucy Taylor was a cute, pampered beauty, yet she had such stories?

Zion’s eyes twinkled with amusement, "My father put in all the effort to win his wife over, but my mom wasn’t firm at all. When their romance became known to the family, the Fitzwilliam Family couldn’t accept a daughter-in-law with such a background. Grandfather took the lead, found my mom, and offered her a few million to leave my dad."

Elara thought of Lucy’s personality and curiously asked, "Did she throw the money back in your grandfather’s face?"

"No," Zion laughed helplessly, "She took the money without hesitation and agreed."

Elara was shocked, "Wow..."

"My dad was furious when he found out, so he gave her sixty million, warning her to keep her hands off that small amount; he had plenty of money. My mom was overwhelmed by his boldness, and the matter was dropped."

Elara found it hard to understand; although it was unexpected, it seemed like something Lucy would do.

Zion looked down at her, smiling, "Elara, I want you to see their love. My dad was willing to give up his inheritance for my mom; I can too. He spent his life traveling with her; I can do the same. What’s more, I am firmly established in the Fitzwilliam Family, with more power and right to assure you, I can protect you forever."

"I want you to see their love, and when we return, if you still decide on a divorce, I will respect your decision."

Of course, they could divorce, but he wouldn’t give up pursuing her.

He kept these thoughts to himself, not daring to voice them.

In any case, he wouldn’t let her go in this lifetime.

Elara didn’t expect his confession to lead to this.

She wanted to say something but realized whatever she said wouldn’t change anything for him.

So she decided to let him be.

She once thought the saying about a good woman fearing an obsessed man was overly subjective, but now she suddenly realized how true it was.

She wasn’t someone with a hard heart, and if he persisted, she feared she wouldn’t be able to hold her ground.

So it was better to let things go as he wanted and resolve the matter as quickly as possible. It was just a matter of the weekend; it wouldn’t drag on too long.

The next morning, Zion sent her to work as usual. Before reaching the office, she received a call from Esther Carter. Esther sounded very frustrated, "Elara, are you with The great Mr. Fitzwilliam?"

Elara was taken aback, instinctively glancing at Zion, who was driving next to her, and said, "He’s here. Do you need him for something?"

"Yes, come and save me!" Esther said angrily, "Rosalind Jacobs came to confront me!"

"Rosalind? Why is she looking for you?" Elara asked.

After Esther explained, Elara understood the situation.

It turned out that Rosalind, after being rejected by Owen Grayson, remained resentful. She had repeatedly tried to reconcile with Owen, but seeing that Owen’s attitude remained indifferent, she began investigating who had won Owen over, ultimately tracing it back to Esther.

Already at odds over Elara, Rosalind was now furious to learn that Esther had won over Owen, and she immediately went to confront her.

Esther wasn’t afraid of Rosalind at first, having argued with her successfully several times. But last night, when Rosalind saw Owen enter Esther’s home, she brought Kylie Dalton along with Mrs. Grayson and some unidentified men dressed in black to demand an explanation from Esther.

If it had been only Rosalind and Kylie, Esther wouldn’t have been intimidated. But with Mrs. Grayson there, plus some unknown men resembling bodyguards, Esther panicked, unsure who to turn to for help, and thus looked to Zion for assistance.

Her thought process was simple: The great Mr. Fitzwilliam had a presence that commanded respect and could at least defuse the situation, allowing for open communication regarding whether they wanted Esther to clarify her relationship with Owen.

In short, she feared for her safety, afraid they would resort to violence without hearing her side.

After hearing Esther’s account, Elara turned to Zion, "Do you..."

She wanted to ask if he was available, but Zion answered before she could, "Alright, we’ll head over now." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He checked his watch, "Approximately twenty minutes. Ask her if she can hold on until then?"