Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 62: Holding Hands?

Zion Fitzwilliam hasn’t arrived yet, and Esther Carter was already showing her true colors, talking without a filter, "Elara, if your Mr. Fitzwilliam weren’t gay, even I’d be tempted. He’s got that sexual tension, it’s perfect. Every time I see him, I want to peel that suit off him and check out his abs. Honestly, you don’t feel even a bit tempted?"

"Not tempted," Elara Hale said with a hint of amusement, "If he weren’t gay, he wouldn’t be available to me."

Esther Carter pouted, reluctantly admitting that Elara Hale was right, despite being her friend and thinking she’s the most beautiful person around, she couldn’t ignore the truth.

Mr. Fitzwilliam is a gem, just his face alone has entranced countless women.

She clicked her tongue in disappointment, "Why does he have to be gay."

Nearby, Zara Dalton, who became silent upon arrival and was busy fiddling with her phone, lifted her gaze at the mention of ’gay,’ "Actually, when a gay person meets true love, sometimes they can become straight."

Esther Carter’s interest was piqued, "That’s doable, Elara, put in some effort and pull him off his pedestal!"

Elara Hale had no interest in turning a gay person straight, instead looking at Zara Dalton curiously, "What’s up with you? You’ve been absent-minded."

Zara Dalton shook her phone and sighed dramatically, "Recently, Miss Sommers has been lukewarm towards me, our relationship hit a plateau, I’m trying to come up with solutions."

Esther Carter was surprised, "Didn’t you say you got her? Could it be she’s also keeping you as a backup?"

Zara Dalton shook her head, "Who knows."

After a pause, he tossed his phone aside, "Forget it, it’s rare for us to gather like this, let’s not talk about depressing stuff now, I’ll find a way later, worst case I’ll find someone else."

Esther Carter and Elara Hale exchanged a glance and said nothing.

Such arrangements definitely harm the uninformed female party, Zara Dalton undoubtedly understands this, but his circumstances lead him to self-preservation first, unable to consider others.

Though they disagreed with such actions, as friends, they couldn’t change the outcome, hence they remained silent.

Esther Carter scooted over, hesitated, "Zara, let me ask you something."

Zara Dalton lifted his eyes, chuckling, "Go ahead, don’t be shy, whenever you’re polite, it makes me nervous."

Esther Carter didn’t joke this time and asked seriously, "If you marry someone whose sexual orientation is normal in the future, would you inform her about your situation beforehand?"

Zara Dalton shook his head without hesitation, "No."

Esther Carter fell silent.

Zara Dalton glanced at her and spoke earnestly for once, "I know what you mean, but you must understand, a girl matching my family’s status wouldn’t choose a gay man for marriage."

Elara Hale felt complex emotions, Zara Dalton wasn’t wrong. In high society alliances, many options exist, and no normal family would push their daughter into a pit like that.

She smiled, appearing indifferent, and diverted the topic, "Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore, it’s your life; whatever choice you make, you don’t have to explain to anyone."

Esther Carter wasn’t too pleased, but Zara Dalton’s circumstances were indeed realistic, and she had prepared herself mentally long ago. However, discussing it openly with Zara Dalton for the first time caused her emotions to slip.

Under their deliberate facade of peace, the atmosphere quickly returned to harmony, and Zion Fitzwilliam entered at this moment.

He was dressed in a black suit, and Elara Hale couldn’t understand why black suits looked so good on him, exuding elegance, steadiness, and precision, like a giant yacht, giving off a grand impression.

As Zion Fitzwilliam entered, he curved his lips in a perfect smile, a serene face now adorned with just the right amount of expression, "Sorry, I’m late."

Esther Carter and Zara Dalton shuddered and quickly stood up, their attitude could only be described as respectful, "No problem, we just arrived too."

Elara Hale was amused, teasingly said, "Are you being overly polite? It’s not your first meeting."

Esther Carter and Zara Dalton accompanied their smiles with a touch of awkwardness.

Zara Dalton, being the most perceptive, pulled out the chair beside Elara Hale, "Mr. Fitzwilliam, have a seat here!"

Zion Fitzwilliam nodded in gratitude, smiling politely, "Thank you."

Elara Hale just found the atmosphere between the three inexplicably strange, yet without understanding it, she guessed she might be overthinking.

Zara Dalton and Esther Carter initially worried about feeling restrained with Zion Fitzwilliam present, but unexpectedly, he remained genial throughout, attentively listening to their conversation, occasionally nodding, smiling or adding a comment, resulting in an unexpectedly harmonious environment.

Elara Hale’s cup was empty, so Zion Fitzwilliam stood up to refill her drink, and she quickly accepted it. Their fingers brushed accidentally, prompting Esther Carter to swiftly snap a photo and send it to Grandma Fitzwilliam’s group chat.

Grandma Fitzwilliam replied instantly: Holding hands?

She also sent a fangirling silly smile emoji.

Esther Carter, having interacted with Grandma Fitzwilliam frequently, wasn’t afraid of her anymore, shamelessly sending a little person asking for a red envelope, "Grandma Fitzwilliam, kissy-kissy..."

Grandma Fitzwilliam generously sent each of them a red envelope worth ten thousand.

Esther Carter and Zara Dalton were so delighted their eyes nearly closed, quietly putting away their phones, and Esther Carter raised her glass, "Let’s toast to Elara signing a big deal!"

Elara Hale replied bashfully, "I haven’t signed yet."

Esther Carter waved grandly, "What’s to fear? You’ve encountered your alma mater senior, surely you’ll secure the deal?"

They clinked glasses, but suddenly Esther Carter’s phone rang. She glanced at it, irritatedly turned it off, and cursed, "Damn idiot, still pestering me!"

Elara Hale curiously asked, "Who is it?"

Esther Carter rolled her eyes, "The assistant director of my next drama, ever since I got cast, he’s been suggesting more scenes for me, as long as I can meet some of his trivial conditions, screw him, why’s his ego so big!"

While speaking, she pulled up the WeChat chat page for Elara Hale to see, "Look, this guy, looks like a pile of shit, yet wants to seduce me, he should just die!"

Elara Hale glanced at it, seeing an oily, pudgy-faced man, whose hair was half-white, old enough to be Esther Carter’s father.

"If you offend him, won’t he trouble you?" Elara Hale asked with concern.

Esther Carter waved it off, "Whatever, I’ll quit the role if needed, I’m not compromising my integrity by kissing his pig-like mouth."

Zara Dalton queried, "Wasn’t this role something you fought for quite a while? And it’s a fourth female lead, quitting would be a pity."

"No other choice," Esther Carter responded casually, "As an eighteenth-tier actress in the entertainment circle, survival in the cracks is difficult, and it’s not my first opportunity lost due to reasons like this."

Elara Hale and Zara Dalton fell silent, then Zion Fitzwilliam abruptly asked in his low and courteous tone, adding warmth, "Which drama?"

Esther Carter instinctively replied, "Light Boat Record."

Zion Fitzwilliam understood, "A historical political drama?"

Esther Carter was surprised, "You know?"