Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 37: Useless Brothers...

Elara replied, "Okay, I’ll head out now."

She hung up the phone and noticed that Zara and Esther had already stood up quite consciously.

Elara flashed her tiger-like teeth in a smile, "Let’s go, I’ll introduce you to a new friend!"

As they walked out of the club, they immediately saw a man in a black suit standing by a taxi. At the first sight of this man, Esther breathed in sharply.

This man was tall, handsome, with a cool and distant demeanor, exuding an air of superiority. Could someone like this lack a wife?

Even if he were gay, there’d be plenty of people wanting to enter a sham marriage with him, right?

As someone familiar with the scene, Zara delved deeper into her observations. This Mr. Fitzwilliam clearly had a proud and aloof personality, his hair was neatly styled, and he wore no extra accessories. Could someone like this really be gay?

Don’t insult the gay community, please... If this guy is gay, I’ll literally eat my hat!

Meanwhile, Zion was also discreetly observing the two people next to Elara.

He had previously looked over their information. Esther was simple-minded, nothing much to remark on, but Zara, it was said that he had come out, yet Zion always remained wary of him. Who knew if his coming out was real? Just like his own situation...

After meeting today, Zion felt relieved. With that slicked-back hairstyle and an earring in his ear... Tsk.

Elara introduced them enthusiastically, "Zara, Esther, this is Zion Fitzwilliam. You can call him Zion. Zion, these are my two best friends."

Zara and Esther both spoke up simultaneously, "Hello, Mr. Fitzwilliam."

No one in their right mind would call him Zion, it was so cheesy.

Zion smiled good-naturedly, "Hello."

Zara and Esther had originally intended to crack a few jokes, but somehow their mouths were sealed shut, and they couldn’t utter a single witty remark. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Zion said with a smile, "It’s too late today. How about I treat you to dinner another day? I’ll take Elara home first?"

Esther and Zara nodded vigorously, "Take care on your way home."

Elara playfully joked back, "The taxi will drop us right at the doorstep, what’s there to watch out for?"

She and Zion got into the car, she waved at her friends through the window, and after the taxi drove off, Zara and Esther exchanged glances and simultaneously asked each other, "What do you think?"

Esther paused for a moment before speaking up, "He’s good-looking, gives off a strong aura. I wonder if he’s interested in Elara."

Zara was silent.

He bet his 27 years of gay experience that if he were gay, his head would unscrew off.

A man pretending to be gay to entice a woman into marrying him... it could either be love or other ulterior motives.

Since Elara didn’t know him before, the first option was ruled out, leaving only the possibility of having other motives.

But what could he possibly want from Elara? Could it be simply to have her help deal with his family?

On that note, Zara and Esther unknowingly agreed: if this man wanted to get married, even as a gay man, a wave of his hand would attract countless women willing to marry him, not to mention he wasn’t even gay.

But what could Elara possibly have that he covets?

Looking at Esther’s carefree demeanor, Zara sighed softly in his heart, better not to tell her any of this.

Or she’d be scared to death, and he’d be left to deal with the aftermath.

On the other side, the ride home with Elara and Zion was silent, and once home, Elara put her bag down at the entryway and went for a shower.

After washing up, she embarrassingly realized she forgot to bring a towel inside...

What to do now? Her dirty clothes were already in the washing machine, was she supposed to put on her pajamas while wet?

If this were her own house, she’d just run out naked, but this was someone else’s place...

No choice, Elara clung to the bathroom door, calling out, "Zion, Zion..."

Zion, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly paused, his heart racing uncontrollably. She’s showering, what does she want him for?

A few seconds later, he got up casually, walked to the bathroom door, and asked, "What is it?"

Elara, slightly embarrassed, asked, "Could you bring me the towel from the clothes rack outside?"

Zion’s voice instantly steadied, "Okay."

After a while, he brought the towel over, "How should I give it to you?"

Elara stretched out a hand from behind the bathroom door.

Her skin was pale, tender and smooth, like a lotus root, with droplets of water clinging to it, emitting a subtle scent of body wash...

Zion’s breath quickened a bit, his gaze intently fixed on her arm, silently reciting ’do not gaze, do not listen’...

Elara waited for a while, not receiving the towel, and curiously asked, "Zion?"

Zion snapped back to reality, hurriedly handing her the towel, and Elara said, "Thank you!"

Zion replied hoarsely, "You’re welcome."

His turn away was almost akin to a hasty retreat.

When Elara came out after her shower, Zion’s door was tightly shut, but she didn’t mind and went straight to her room to sleep.

Once the noise outside died down, the man sitting on the bedside in the master bedroom let out a sudden sigh of relief.

In the early hours, at The Nocturne Bar.

A song ended, and Rosalind swayed her way to the booth, where someone immediately handed her a drink. Clinking glasses with them, she downed it in one go.

She wore only a small camisole on top, paired with denim shorts that accentuated her curves. Beside her, Haylie was equally dressed for the heat, swaying to the music as she loudly asked, "Rosalind, did you get around to dealing with the person your mom asked you to?"