Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 64: Sensation, Exposed

She held back her tears, as if trying hard to endure humiliation, "Auntie, you can doubt me as a person, but please don’t doubt my genuine feelings for Brother Mason. How could I do such a thing..."

Kylie Dalton smiled, "I was just mentioning it casually, no other meaning. You can go upstairs now."

Cecilia Quincy bit her lip, holding back her tears as she went upstairs.

Returning to her room, she sat at the table, her fingers tightly gripping the table surface, lost in thought.

After a long time, she took out her phone and sent a text message to a number, "Are you free tonight?"

In the taxi.

Elara Hale was smiling non-stop, her face barely able to contain her happiness. Zion Fitzwilliam turned to look at her, the lights flickering on her face. It seemed like the first time he saw her this joyful.

But she had clearly already received compensation from Jacobs Corporation, though it was only nine hundred thousand. For her, it should alleviate the immediate urgency, right?

Signing an order, would she be this happy over it?

"Did the new order make good money?" he couldn’t help but ask.

Elara turned her head and smiled at him, "If it goes smoothly, there might be a commission of over ten thousand. If not, the nursing home alone will make more than three thousand."

Zion Fitzwilliam paused slightly, mere three thousand?

Even counting at the maximum, it’s only slightly over ten thousand.

Elara seemed to sense his confusion and smiled indifferently, "I know you must think I’m short-sighted, just got the compensation and crazy happy over a few thousand bucks. But to be honest with you, this is the first money I’ve earned with my skills in three years."

It’s incomparable to her previous job income, but she had been a full-time wife for two years. Returning to the workforce, this order is like her military medal, her achievement.

She achieved it.

She’s no longer the clinging woman who must rely on men, nor the old woman who can’t keep up after two years as a full-time housewife. She has steadily improved with her effort.

Nothing is more inspiring than this.

Zion Fitzwilliam looked into her bright eyes, vaguely understanding her inner perseverance, moved for a moment. She’s always so vibrant, full of strength, no matter the low trough, she can climb out with resilience.

At this moment, even he was slightly influenced by her happiness.

"Hmm," he smiled and softly encouraged, "Then keep it up."

"I definitely will!" Elara nodded solemnly, expressing her strong anticipation for the future.

Returning home, Zion closed the door. Elara bent down to change shoes. Originally, they were doing their own things without interaction. But somehow, when Elara stood up, a sharp pain suddenly hit her waist. With a cry, she leaned on the entrance holding her waist.

Zion’s expression tightened, immediately supporting her and asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"

Elara, eyes filled with tears from pain, pointed to her waist, "I think... I’ve twisted my waist..."

Zion calmly said, "I’ll call Felix Ford."

Then he seriously helped her to the sofa, took out his phone to make the call.

Elara looked at the time, it’s already past eleven, "Isn’t it too late? Maybe it’s better to see a doctor tomorrow, it’s not good to disturb people this late."

Zion reassured her with a smile, "No worries, he’s a night owl, loves hanging out in bars. He’s definitely not asleep yet."

The call connected, he straightforwardly said, "I’ll send you a location, come over."

On the other side, Felix Ford, who just fell asleep, was full of resentment, dumping his eye mask while complaining, "Bro, what are you doing in the middle of the night!"

Zion’s voice was serious, "I know you’re in a bar, your sister-in-law twisted her waist, come and check."

Felix brought the phone close to his eye, is it really Fitzwilliam? But isn’t what Fitzwilliam said nonsense, he never goes to bars, right?

He’s a doctor with strong work ethics!

"Brother Fitzwilliam, you..."

"Anyway, I’ve sent you the location, you have twenty minutes."

Zion interrupted him, leaving these words and directly hung up the phone.

Felix cursed, "Damn!"

But still resigned, he got up.

The resentment on the other side is not mentioned, but here Elara’s side was filled with warmth. Zion was fervently massaging the muscles near her waist, his hands warm and powerful, yet especially gentle, alleviating much of Elara’s piercing pain.

While massaging, he sat beside her, their bodies tightly leaning together, making it convenient for Zion to continue massaging her.

She liked using peach-scented body wash, and her shampoo was fresh with a tea fragrance, faintly drifting into Zion’s nose.

Elara felt the man beside her seemed a bit off, but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. The legs pressed together, suddenly someone’s body heated up.

"Um..." Elara felt inexplicably dry-mouthed, his hand on her waist felt like a hot potato, making her uncomfortable, she said, "I’d like some water."

Zion withdrew his hand from her, stood up, "I’ll get it for you."

After he stepped away, Elara felt her breathing ease a lot, not as tense inside.

It’s quite odd. Knowing he doesn’t like women, why did she feel nervous?

Zion quickly returned with a glass of water, handing it to her, "It’s warm, perfect for drinking."

Elara blushed slightly, taking it, "I’ll do it myself."

"Okay."

Zion released his hand, this time not sitting back beside her, but politely at the opposite sofa, asking, "Feeling better now?"

Elara quickly replied, "Better."

Thinking that he had worked hard massaging her, yet she had other thoughts, seeing Zion keeping a distance manneredly, she felt somewhat sordid.

Her attitude towards Zion, due to a guilty conscience, became more cordial, "Do you sell any insurance for the elderly? I want to buy one for my dad."

She wanted to get insurance for her father a long time ago, so there’s support during illness. Unfortunately, lack of funds postponed it. Now there’s money, of course, she wants to move with it early.

Insurance, buying from anyone makes no difference. Why not support his work?

Besides, Aethel Insurance is a big company, she doesn’t have anything to worry about.

Zion Fitzwilliam was slightly taken aback when he heard her question.

In his typically calm black eyes, a hint of anxiety flashed almost imperceptibly before he replied, "You can arrange a serious illness insurance. I’ll go to the company tomorrow to help you choose a suitable one."

Elara nodded, trusting him very much, "Alright, it doesn’t matter how much it costs, I just want to secure some protection for my dad."

"Understood." Zion Fitzwilliam curled his lips into a smile, and just then, his phone rang.

It was Felix Ford who had arrived.

Zion Fitzwilliam went out to bring Felix Ford back. Elara couldn’t get up, so she had to greet him from the sofa, "Hello, Dr. Ford, we meet again. It’s so late, I hope I’m not disturbing you?"

Felix Ford wore a professional smile, saying insincerely, "Not at all, I was just at the bar."

He came over to check Elara’s lumbar vertebra, pressed a few spots, causing Elara to yelp in pain. Felix Ford said, "You’ve twisted your waist. It’s not serious, but you need to be careful for a while, at least don’t bend over within a week."

Elara felt a bit worried, "Does it mean I can’t go to work?"

Working requires sitting, which is obviously impossible.

As expected, Felix Ford nodded, "My suggestion is, you can move around a bit and go to work, but avoid strenuous physical activities."

Elara breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

Felix Ford gave a few more warnings and then left. Zion Fitzwilliam helped Elara into the bedroom, assisted her to lie flat on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

His voice was somewhat soft, "I’ll camp out in the living room tonight. If you need anything, just call me."

Elara responded shyly, "Thank you."

Zion Fitzwilliam smiled, "No trouble at all, should I go out now?"

Elara nodded, Zion Fitzwilliam pushed the door and went out. She heard rustling sounds from the living room, knowing he was making the bed, and felt much more at ease.

On the other side, Felix Ford left Zion Fitzwilliam’s house, drove back, and his gaze suddenly paused while passing a 24-hour convenience store, spotting a somewhat familiar face.

Was that... someone from The Warner Family?

Unlike Zion Fitzwilliam, his family has always thrived in Northgarde. Though a medical dynasty, they are quite familiar with these affluent families in Northgarde.

Zayne Warner, the successor of The Warner Family, he had interacted with a few times at banquets.

Rumor had it, he’s recently discussing marriage, how coincidental it was that he was familiar with the house he’s negotiating with, yet the woman sitting across from him wasn’t the girl from that house at all.

That woman, whom he had never seen before, obviously wasn’t a high-society debutante. If their interaction stayed purely courteous, he wouldn’t think much of it, but the woman was crying with red eyes, and Zayne Warner was tenderly wiping her tears; this relationship surely wasn’t ordinary, right?

Damn, this is thrilling.

Felix Ford stopped the car, took out his phone, and snapped several photos from various angles.

This was a scoop!

He immediately posted them in his circle of drinking buddies.

Meanwhile, inside the convenience store, Cecilia Quincy and Zayne Warner were oblivious to what was happening. Cecilia remarked sadly, "Senior Warner, I’m really sorry to bother you so late. I’ve just had so much bottled up inside, if I don’t get it out, I’d go crazy. Besides you, I have no one else to turn to..."

Zayne Warner sympathetically said, "Cece, don’t be so formal with me. You know, in my heart, I always see you as my younger sister. Whenever you need me, I’ll always be there without complaint."

Cecilia was moved to tears, dried her eyes, and managed a smile, "Alright, Senior Warner, I’m okay now. Let’s talk about something else."

Zayne Warner deliberately diverts her attention, mentioning the incident with Elara earlier that day, "Guess who I ran into today? Elara Hale, do you remember? She’s now a pharmaceutical representative. Coincidentally, I have a medical institution in need of some medication. Isn’t that something?"

Cecilia’s expression shifted, "Oh? Elara approached you to sell her medication?"

Zayne Warner nodded with a smile, "Yes, I thought we’re all classmates. Buying from anyone is the same, why not do a favor?"

However, Cecilia hesitated, "Senior Warner, haven’t you seen Sister Elara in the past two years? She actually... has changed quite a bit from before."

Zayne Warner was surprised, "Really? I remember she was a pretty good girl, honest, hardworking, and very smart."

Listening to Zayne Warner compliment Elara, Cecilia pursed her lips before saying, "The problem lies in her being too smart. You know, Brother Mason and I have been... well-matched since college, but Sister Elara took advantage of getting close to me to be with Brother Mason...

Brother Mason was ensnared by her, and had to marry her, but she wasn’t content after marriage, and was with other men... Eventually, Brother Mason couldn’t tolerate it and divorced her, only for her to marry another man the very next day..."

Zayne Warner was dumbfounded, "How could she do that? That’s just too much!"

Cecilia smiled bitterly, saying, "Senior Warner, I’m not intentionally bad-mouthing her. If you look into it, you’ll find what I said is true. Originally, I shouldn’t interfere with your business matters, but someone like Sister Elara shouldn’t be considered a trustworthy partner, right?"

Zayne Warner seriously shook his head, "Certainly not, I was too hasty today. Luckily, I only signed a letter of intent, not the formal contract. Cece, thanks to you telling me this, otherwise I’d be boarding a pirate ship by signing the contract tomorrow. Such a person is absolutely not trustworthy."

Cecilia slightly smiled, "I’m relieved to help Senior Warner. I don’t want you to be fooled either, Senior Warner."

Under the lamplight, Zayne Warner looked at the woman, she was so delicate and petite, her smile more sparkling than diamonds. He couldn’t help but feel a stir inside, and grasped her hand.

"Cece, actually I..."

Cecilia quickly withdrew her hand, her expression somewhat unnatural as she said, "Senior Warner, didn’t we agree?"

Zayne Warner sadly retracted his hand.

He knew his mission, and understood she didn’t love him.

Some things are forgivable if never acquired, but unfortunately... having stolen one moment, how can he easily forget?

After a moment, he sighed, laughed bitterly and said, "It’s getting late, Cece, let me take you home. No matter what, I hope you always know that I’m forever standing behind you as the strongest support."

Cecilia showed a shy smile, "Senior Warner, I understand."

Simultaneously, ambiguous photos of a man and woman quickly circulated among various wealthy circles in Northgarde.

Judging by the photos’ content, it’s just two people acting a bit intimate, nothing too out of line.

But the point is the people in the photos are extraordinary.

Zayne Warner, successor of The Warner Family, famously a third-generation red aristocrat, known for being upright and clean, never involved in any scandal.

Yet now, he acts intimately with a woman who isn’t even his betrothed!

This is explosive!