Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 202: Summary: I Can Kiss You Whenever I Want
Because of what Cece said, Elara was somewhat absent-minded. When she got home, as usual Zion Fitzwilliam was about to cook, and Elara snapped out of it and beat him to it, "I’ll do it."
When they first started living together, they agreed to take turns cooking every day. But somehow, Zion Fitzwilliam ended up doing all the cooking and dishwashing, and at that time, she already had some feelings for him, and somehow didn’t clarify it, even somewhat enjoying the feeling of him cooking for her.
But now that they’re planning to separate, it’s a bit shameless to let him cook for her.
Zion Fitzwilliam wouldn’t let her into the kitchen, and his reasoning was quite sufficient, "I’m the reason you’re pregnant, serving you is only right. Besides, the smell of oil smoke is bad for your health, you should stay away."
The oil smoke being bad for health was the advice Elara gave Jean Dunn just yesterday, and now Zion Fitzwilliam mentioned it, leaving her speechless, she backed off sheepishly.
Actually, if they were a normal couple, or even if they were just friends, she could comfortably enjoy the special care during pregnancy. But he’s not ordinary; he’s someone who grew up in luxury. For her, in over six months, he’s been living in a small apartment cooking every day, it’s really unfair.
Worried she would overthink, Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Why don’t you go tutor Joanne Carter in her homework? It’s the end of the term, she’s under a lot of pressure with revising."
Elara was surprised, "Isn’t she just in first grade?"
In first grade, they aren’t supposed to have homework or exams, right?
Joanne Carter hadn’t studied before, Elara worried she couldn’t keep up and enrolled her in a tutoring class, the homework was all assigned by the tutoring class.
Now Joanne Carter’s studies have caught up, last week Elara informed the tutoring class that she wouldn’t renew the fees for the next school year.
When she was young, she didn’t face much pressure, growing up happily every day, so she didn’t have many expectations for Joanne Carter, as long as she could go to college, simple and ordinary happiness would be enough.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable hearing Zion Fitzwilliam’s words.
Zion Fitzwilliam said while preparing vegetables, "I asked her, she wants to become strong, wants to establish herself in society through her own efforts in the future. In other words, she wants to take a more pragmatic path."
"Last month, I found a professional career planner to help her plan, besides schoolwork, she’s been learning equestrianism and fencing, her English and German are quite good now. Next, she wants to try figure skating. I hope to identify one or two interests she can develop long-term in and potentially pursue professionally."
At this, he looked up at Elara, explaining, "You know, even at the same Northgarde University, the scores needed to get in through cultural courses are higher than through niche sports, without affecting future major selection."
Elara was stunned, her mouth slightly agape.
Because of Zion Fitzwilliam’s high intelligence and excellent English, he had been tutoring Joanne Carter’s studies, she always thought he was just monitoring homework, unexpectedly, he had done so much...
Suddenly remembering, "Then when you have Miles Morgan take her out every weekend, it’s also..."
Before his identity was clarified, Zion Fitzwilliam would send Joanne Carter to a friend’s house to study every weekend, she thought it was ordinary learning. After his identity was clarified, she learned it was actually his assistant taking Joanne Carter out.
This "play," was it not ordinary play?
Zion Fitzwilliam nodded, "She’s been learning equestrianism and fencing all along, she’s quite good at it now."
Elara didn’t know what to say anymore.
She’s just a normal person, growing up like a regular kid; who would’ve thought play could be so extraordinary.
Even though she’s the one who adopted the child, in this unknown situation, the child has learned so many things... Elara suddenly felt particularly incompetent.
She was a bit conflicted, "Joanne Carter is only ten years old, can she differentiate between what she likes and dislikes? She’s already mature and sensible, what if she’s forcing herself for our approval and that harms her instead?"
Zion Fitzwilliam chuckled, "No worries, I asked her. She has a strong mind, is currently well adapted."
Elara was now completely silent.
Zion Fitzwilliam cooked in the kitchen; she hesitated but eventually went to knock on Joanne Carter’s room door.
The little girl jumped to open the door, surprised to see her, "Aunt Hale, you’re tutoring me today?"
Elara smiled, "What, want Uncle Fitzwilliam to do it?"
"Not really," Joanne Carter scratched her head, embarrassedly said, "I’m just worried you won’t understand."
Elara’s competitiveness was instantly piqued. Although she wasn’t as brilliant as Zion Fitzwilliam, she was still a Northgarde University graduate, wasn’t she? Does she know how hard Northgarde University is to get into?
She was perpetually in the top three of her high school!
"What’s tough about first-grade courses?" Elara said, unconvinced, "Where’s your homework? Let me have a look."
Joanne Carter pointed at her backpack, nonchalantly said, "The homework isn’t hard, I already finished it. I’m doing IELTS practice questions, and this, is the oil painting I just made, what do you think of the color combination?"
Elara was speechless looking at the painting, though lacking aesthetic ability, she could see it was quite good.
As for IELTS...
Elara lightly took a deep breath, English has always been her weak subject, not to mention she’s been graduated for many years, even the fourth-level exam questions are challenging.
IELTS, huh.
After feeling a sting of self-ridicule, she nodded seriously, "Not bad."
Then quickly found an excuse and slipped away.
Such tutoring should still be done by Zion Fitzwilliam. She just hasn’t been involved for a while, and these two have already reached the stage of doing IELTS questions, it’s simply terrifying.
After dinner, Elara watched Zion Fitzwilliam clean the dishes, hesitant to speak.
Today is already Friday.
He previously said that they’ll go to Melbourne over the weekend to meet his parents, but in the last couple of days, he hasn’t mentioned it again.
So... are they still going?
She originally planned to use this trip as an opportunity, intending to get the divorce certificate as soon as they return. But since he suddenly stopped mentioning it, she’s feeling quite anxious.
She wanted to ask, yet worried he might misunderstand she’s eager, Elara hugged a pillow in indecision.
Zion Fitzwilliam finished washing up, came out, somewhat surprised to see her, "Why are you still sitting here? Aren’t you going to pack your luggage?"
Young women love to dress up, don’t they need to pack a few more pretty outfits?
He was looking forward to her having a fun time there, maybe staying a few more days.
Elara was stunned, "The visa is ready?"
Zion Fitzwilliam nodded, "It’s done."
Elara rose in bewilderment, "Then I’ll go pack."
Zion Fitzwilliam followed her, watching her busy in the bedroom, unable to resist smiling. After a pause, he suddenly walked over, took the clothes she was holding, "Sit down, I’ll do it."
Elara was puzzled, "I can pack myself."
Zion Fitzwilliam pointed to the corner of the wardrobe, "Every time you turn around with clothes, your belly brushes against this corner. I’m afraid it might poke you."
Elara chuckled helplessly, "It’s fine, it’s just a brush, not like I’ll really bump into it. Besides, I’m not stupid. Would I really bump into it on purpose?"
Zion insisted and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed, "What if you slip? What if you’re unsteady?"
He didn’t want to take a gamble on such a rare chance.
Elara was speechless, she’s never seen anyone become useless just because they’re pregnant.
She couldn’t win against him, so she had to direct him to help her pack. Clothes, shoes, and skincare products were quickly packed.
Zion turned to ask, "Which underwear should I pack?"
Elara turned her head to avoid his gaze, "...I can handle that myself."
Zion chuckled softly, "What’s there to be afraid of?" He walked to her side, looked down at her, "Even though we’re about to divorce, we’ve spent nearly a year together. We’re like an old married couple, and you’re pregnant. Are you still treating me like an outsider?"
Elara thought, it’s more like she was treating herself as an outsider, okay?
Besides, even though they’d been together for nearly a year and there was a baby involved, it only happened once, and it was an accident.
Haven’t they always been more like friends?
She tilted her head slightly, her large almond eyes filled with frustration, seeming somewhat coquettish, making Zion’s lower abdomen tighten at the sight.
His gaze inadvertently moved down from her neck. She was wearing a light pink loungewear set, with the top two buttons undone, revealing smooth, fair skin hidden within the clothing, and that proud curve...
"I want to kiss you." Zion suddenly spoke.
Elara stared at him in a daze, thinking she must have heard wrong.
The next moment, the man cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently.
Elara was momentarily stunned, realizing what was happening only after he had kissed her several times. She hurriedly pushed him away, thinking, come on, they were getting a divorce. One kiss was already too much, why kiss repeatedly?
She always thought Zion was steady and restrained, but when she pushed once and failed to push him away, and used more force, he captured her hands and pinned them behind her, completely eliminating the possibility of her refusal.
After the long kiss ended, Zion held her in his arms.
He held her a bit too tightly, and Elara easily sensed the strangeness, feeling inexplicably flustered, "Don’t..."
Zion held her tightly for a moment longer before releasing her, touching her forehead, then taking a deep breath. As if nothing happened, he walked to the wardrobe and asked, "Which underwear should I pack? I’ll help you with it."
Elara’s cheeks were red enough to drip blood, she didn’t even have the courage to look at him, "I’ll do it myself."
"Elara," Zion spoke in a husky voice, as if suppressing something, "Let’s not drag this out. I don’t know what I’ll do if we stay in this room together any longer, so I think it’s better to finish quickly."
Elara couldn’t help but think, can’t you just leave now? Why bother helping me pack underwear?
But when she looked up and saw Zion’s devouring gaze, she chickened out and quickly pointed to a few. When Zion took them out with the bag, she didn’t dare to look.
After finally packing the luggage, Zion finally left the room.
A moment later, she heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.
Zion took a shower for over an hour, and meanwhile, Joanne Carter was waiting outside, complaining, "Did Uncle Fitzwilliam get diarrhea or something? Why is he taking so long in there? I need to shower and go to sleep."
Elara had to soothe her, "Be good, you go to sleep first. You can skip the shower for tonight."
Joanne sighed, speaking like a little adult, "I guess I have no choice then."
When Zion came out, Elara was already lying in bed. She watched him quietly slip out through the door, walk to the other side of the bed, lift the covers, and climb up with one long leg.
Summoning her courage, she said, "You... you can’t do this anymore."
Zion looked up, "Hmm? Do what?"
Elara clutched the blanket, "You can’t just... just kiss me whenever you want."
Zion’s eyes carried a hint of laughter, as if indulging her, "Why? This mouth is on my body. It’s my freedom to kiss whoever I like."
Elara couldn’t believe such shameless words came out of his mouth, her face turned red, "But we’re getting a divorce, remember? What does it mean if you keep kissing me?"
Zion looked innocent, "It’s your idea to divorce, not mine. Why apply the same standard to me? You just have to not kiss me."
Elara got caught up in his logic, clutching the blanket and finding herself speechless.
So shameless, she couldn’t win against him.
Zion concluded, "So the conclusion is, as long as we’re not divorced yet, I can kiss you whenever, but you can’t kiss me whenever."
Elara lay down angrily, turning her back to him.
He used to be such a gentleman. How did he become more of a rogue now?
Zion looked at her figure, unable to control the corner of his mouth from curling up. Mischievously, he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Before Elara could explode, he quickly pulled back, "Just saying goodnight."
He turned off the lights and lay down properly.
Elara couldn’t do anything about him, just sighed silently.
Early the next day, Miles Morgan came to pick them up. Zion and Elara were going to Melbourne for a couple of days, so Joanne would first stay with Miles.
So all three of them got in the car.
Miles drove Zion and Elara to the airport first.
Elara gave Joanne a few reminders and then got out of the car.
Miles waved to Zion and drove off with Joanne.
Elara followed Zion into the airport.
On an early weekend morning, the airport surprisingly had a lot of people. Zion wrapped an arm around Elara’s waist, protecting her along the way. Elara initially had an opinion, but Zion persuaded her, "With so many people, what if someone bumps into you? Just bear with it, for the sake of the baby."
Elara had no words to counter that.
After quickly finishing the procedures, while waiting in the VIP lounge, Elara unexpectedly saw Rosalind Jacobs again.
The man she had seen before was still by her side, being very attentive, taking care of her every need.
Rosalind also saw Elara and wanted to say something, but at the sight of Zion’s cold gaze, she opened her mouth, then swallowed her words.
