Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 32: Sis, Do You Know How Alpha You Are?

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Sis, Do You Know How Alpha You Are?

Elara looked at the man in front of her, who moved gently for fear of hurting her, and at Grandma Fitzwilliam beside him, who wore a face full of worry and pity, her eyes suddenly turned red.

This scared Grandma Fitzwilliam who slapped Zion Fitzwilliam’s back, reprimanding him, "It’s all your fault, being so clumsy, you see, you’ve hurt my granddaughter-in-law and made her cry!"

Zion took the slap without daring to speak, and raised his eyes to look at Elara, his eyes also showing a touch of concern.

Elara snapped back to reality and hurriedly explained, "Grandma, it’s not Zion’s fault, it’s because I remembered some unpleasant memories..."

The straightforward concern from Zion and Grandma Fitzwilliam just now involuntarily brought back scenes from the Jacobs Family in her mind.

She forgot the reason for it, but she remembered that Rosalind Jacobs was complaining about a sore throat and wanted pear soup, and she had been busy in the kitchen all morning. After cooking it, she diligently ladled a bowl for Rosalind.

But for some reason, Rosalind suddenly became unhappy, raised her hand and knocked over the bowl of pear soup, spilling the scalding liquid all over her.

How similar it was to today’s scene.

But the difference was, on that day she got burnt and was scolded by Rosalind, who poked her nose and called her stupid, saying she couldn’t even hold a bowl properly... She held back the pain until Rosalind left before going to her room to apply medicine.

Because she waited too long, the blisters had already broken, and her clothes stuck to the wound. She gritted her teeth and held back tears as she tore the clothes off herself. The burns were severe, she felt a bit scared and called Mason, but Mason only asked, "Is Rosalind okay?"

Upon hearing that Rosalind was fine, he dismissed her with a few words and hung up the phone.

That day, Elara applied the medicine herself, and before the wounds were even healed, Kylie Dalton called her to clean the swimming pool, and then she fell ill, had a high fever for two days and started to lose consciousness, almost losing her life until she reached the hospital.

But today, the same incident happened again, and no one blamed her for being careless, there was only warm concern and worry, making her feel like crying.

Grandma Fitzwilliam saw her strange expression and guessed it was related to her divorced ex-husband, sighing in her heart for the amount of abuse the child suffered with that jerk.

Feeling worried, Elara still couldn’t let go, showing how deep the feelings were, and wondered if her foolish grandson could still have a chance.

Even so, Grandma Fitzwilliam’s face displayed a smug expression, raising her hand to slap Zion’s back again, saying snappishly, "Obviously, he’s not that great either. If he worked harder, would he remind you of bad memories? The slap was deserved!"

Elara was stunned, wondering if Grandma Fitzwilliam’s elbow was way too heavily biased.

Zion took two slaps without saying a word, quietly finished applying medicine for Elara, and said in a deep voice, "Let me help you back to your room to rest."

Elara felt she could walk herself, but Zion had already taken hold of her arm, wrapped an arm around her waist, and supported her.

Grandma Fitzwilliam’s eyes lit up and she immediately declared, "It’s too late, I’m a little tired after making dinner. No one’s using the room next door, right? I’ll just crash there tonight!"

Zion’s and Elara’s bodies froze simultaneously.

Grandma Fitzwilliam looked pleased, she had deliberately chosen to come over at night and start cooking, working hard all evening. Now it wouldn’t be appropriate to rush her away, would it?

Ah, yet another day to marvel at her own cunning!

Zion helped Elara to her room, let her sit on the bed, and seemingly to reassure her, said in a deep voice, "I’ll talk to Grandma, not letting her stay."

Elara hesitated, "Maybe, just forget it..."

Zion’s pupils contracted slightly, and he murmured, "You know... what you’re saying?"

"I know," Elara explained reluctantly, "Grandma Fitzwilliam is quite old, she came specially to see us. It’s so late, I really can’t bring myself to let her go back and forth again..."

She bit her lip and looked at Zion, "How about, you sleep in my room tonight, I’ll sleep on the floor."

Zion looked deeply at her, and after a moment, with a gleam of humor in his dark eyes, "As a gentleman, there’s no reason for a lady to sleep on the floor."

Elara hesitated and said, "But this is your house, I’m just a tenant..."

Zion casually smiled, "It’s okay, aren’t you making concessions to help me put on an act?"

As he was speaking, he started to look for something to sleep on.

With Grandma watching, he obviously couldn’t go back to his room to get bedding, so he had to make do with whatever was in Elara’s room.

Elara, hopping on one leg, opened the wardrobe and helped him get out a bedding, apologized, "There’s only one bed, nothing to lay on... Maybe we could squeeze together in the bed?"

Zion’s dark eyes deepened, he glanced at her, quickly looked away, his Adam’s apple moving up and down several times as he croaked, "No need, I’ll make do with this."

He got up and grabbed the yoga mat from the corner.

Elara didn’t mind sleeping with him, after all, he was gay, she wasn’t worried about him doing anything to her; besides, from this period of interaction, Elara considered his character fairly dependable, and saw him as a good sister already.

But since he didn’t want to, she wouldn’t force him.

After getting the bedding ready, Zion stood up, "I’m... going to take a shower."

Elara nodded, "Alright."

She couldn’t take a shower today, and not just today, but probably wouldn’t be able to touch water for the next few days.

The door suddenly opened, and Grandma Fitzwilliam, who was eavesdropping at the door, didn’t expect this, nearly falling over.

Zion moved without changing his expression, blocking Grandma’s figure, preventing Elara from seeing, otherwise... it would be really hard to explain.

After closing the door, Zion frowned, saying, "Grandma, what are you doing? I have my own pace with Elara, why are you meddling in this mess?"

Grandma Fitzwilliam snorted, crossed her arms, walked to the couch, and sat down with her legs crossed, "What am I doing? I’m just visiting my granddaughter-in-law, it’s too late, I’m staying the night, what’s wrong with that? Is it not allowed?"

Zion was fuming, "You know what I mean."

Grandma Fitzwilliam looked at him, dissatisfied, "I say, can’t you show some ambition? I’m staying here, giving you such a good opportunity? A man and a woman alone in one room, so instead of seizing the chance to develop your feelings for Elara, what are you wrangling with me about? Do you have a problem!"

After saying that, she nudged Zion’s calf, seeing him not moving, pushed him hard again, threatening, "Get in there now! If you make me angry, my heart might act up!"

With no way to deal with his mischievous grandmother, Zion had no choice but to turn around and go back.

Elara was half-lying on the bed, scribbling or doodling something in a notebook. Zion was curious and leaned over to ask, "What are you doing?"

His sudden approach brought a refreshing scent that made Elara’s body tremble inexplicably. Pretending to be unaffected, she explained, "Nothing much, just organizing some work content."

But her ears couldn’t help but turn a bit red.

Sister, do you know you’re just too cool?