Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 336

Elspeth ran to the bathroom and washed her hands before hurrying to the kitchen to help set the table.

After that, she plonked herself down, spooned up the food, and put it in her mouth. “Apart from anything

else, you’re pretty good at cooking.”

“Why wouldn’t you notice that I have other strong points besides my cooking?” Arthur complained. Taking

off his apron, he placed it aside on the dining table before sitting down to dine with her.

“Sorry, but I don’t really have much of a good impression of you,” Elspeth replied, slurring her words with

her mouth full.

Arthur spent a long time poking at the dishes before him without actually picking up any. “I’m

speechless.”

Noticing that he seemed kind of unhappy, Elspeth quickly changed the subject. “By the way, Emma has

arrived in Eden. Do you know that?”

Arthur paused for a moment. “How did you know about this?”

Elspeth froze before she could blurt out the answer. “Uh, she’s gonna attend some Fashion Week, no?

It’s been announced on the news.”

Arthur looked askance at her before picking up the remote control on the dining table and turning on the

TV.

The news of Emma attending a fashion show in Eden had just aired on TV right after Elspeth had blurted

out her reply. Realizing that the timelines didn’t match up, she had no choice but to make up another lie

to cover up the previous one. With a flicker in her eyes, she said, “I read about it on some tabloid

website.”

Arthur was in no hurry to expose her lies either. He asked with a calm smile, “On which website did you

read about it? I’d love to know that. Its source is so accurate.”

“Is there anything that I’m unaware of? I’m a world-famous hacker, after all,” Elspeth replied. With the

world’s best search device in her possession, learning about these things was merely a piece of cake.

“So? So what if she’s in Eden?” Arthur ate his meal leisurely.

A look of disbelief touched Elspeth’s face when she saw how calm he looked. “Aren’t you supposed to be

excited about her coming here? You used to be Emma’s *ss-kisser, no?”

Arthur’s lips twitched for a moment. “I’m bored with kissing her *ss. One has to stop when their feelings

for someone don’t get reciprocated.” I swear I’m only saying this to stall her off, he thought to himself.

However, seeing how he looked a little downcast, Elspeth realized she had touched a sore spot with him.

Patting him on the shoulder with a chivalrous expression, she said out of a sense of justice, “Alright,

don’t upset yourself. So what if you’ve been an *ss-kisser? It’s not something embarrassing, anyway.

One’s called an *ss-kisser when they kiss a woman’s *ss, but if they kiss the *sses of all women, they’re

called a feminist ally! Instead of being *ss-kissers of Emma alone, let’s be feminist allies of all pretty

ladies!”

Arthur instantly laughed in amusement at such a valiant and animated speech. Putting down his cutlery,

he looked her square in the face with a smile crinkling his eyes, asking, “Should I kiss your *ss as well,

then?”

“Okay…” Elspeth said before immediately retracting her hand in a fluster without finishing her sentence.

“What do you mean? I’m comforting you, so don’t be ungrateful!” Kiss my *ss? I’m grateful enough that

he doesn’t make an attempt on my life!

Arthur stared steadily at her, his gaze unwavering. “But I suddenly feel that you’re cuter than her. Can’t I

love you instead?”

Elspeth refused right away, saying, “I’d rather let Emma have the good luck. Not everyone’s lucky

enough to be able to handle such oppressive feelings.”

This was the first time Arthur heard such a word. He asked curiously, “Oh, is that so? Are my

feelings oppressive?”

“Of course. If not, why would she choose Callum over you?”

Had the comparison not been made between him and Callum, Arthur wouldn’t have been wounded by

such words. His face fell at once, and he said, “Could you not mention that guy in front of me?”

Elspeth didn’t really care about it, though. “Sorry for touching a sore spot with you,” she apologized with

feigned remorse. Then, putting a drumstick in her mouth, she sneaked straight up the stairs, saying, “I’m

going back to my room first, so could you help do the dishes?” With that, she entered her room and

slammed the door shut.

Arthur stared at the dirty dishes all over the dining table before him. Then, taking a look at her

disappearing figure from behind, he couldn’t help chuckling to himself. This woman is much more

interesting than Emma.

…

Upon returning to her room, Elspeth dared not lie down on the job anymore; she unlocked her tablet and

began to search for Rayan’s information. It read, ‘Rayan Adler. Male, 28 years old. Likes horse racing,

playing golf, clubbing, and drinking.’

Forget about playing golf, but horse racing… Won’t he actually crush his horse to death with his apparent

weight of more than 220 pounds? Well, this isn’t part of what I should consider, anyway.

According to the information, Rayan would usually spend time at a racetrack on the second day of every

weekend. He would get a young lady to go horse racing with him. Then, the two would ride a horse

together, going deep into the woods of the stud farm before coming back about an hour later. Naturally, it

went without saying what they did there.

This sent a shudder of disgust through Elspeth, but she kept on reading despite the goosebumps all over

her body.

As it happened, Rayan would have time for fun again this weekend, which meant that she would be able

to accomplish her task as long as she became an employee of the racetrack he frequented and got him

to choose her. To her, this was undoubtedly a good idea, so she immediately put it into action, asking

Logan for a couple of days off so that she could go to the racetrack tomorrow and see if she could get a

part-time job there.

She slept all the way until night. Not having to work at the nightclub, she woke up at night without feeling

burdened, though she was quite annoyed by the knock on the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Elspeth had woken up in an irritable mood, so Arthur’s gentle voice instantly sparked her anger. “Can

you stop bothering me? I just woke up!”

Arthur coolly toyed with the envelope in his hand while ignoring her temper completely. “Would you like to

attend tomorrow’s Fashion Week with me? I got you an invitation.”

Fashion Week? Elspeth’s eyes lit up at once. Forgetting about her foul temper, she immediately pulled

the door open, asking, “Really?”

“Yes, of course.” Arthur nodded before darting a glance at her. “But you have to do as I say.”

Elspeth was instantly discouraged by his words. “Why?”

“It’s because only I have the invitation.” Arthur sounded smug as he held up the envelope in his hand.

“We’ll present ourselves before everyone with you posing as my companion.”

Elspeth objected, “Won’t that make me a cat’s paw of yours?” She felt uncomfortable at the thought of

herself becoming a tool to provoke Emma’s anger. Emma’s going to attend Fashion Week. If he forces

me into posing as his companion, it’ll likely be for pissing her off. After all, judging by his attitude, he’s

probably holding a grudge for never getting to be her boyfriend, which still rankles him.

Arthur rubbed his chin and replied with a smile, “You’re pretty smart, huh?”

“Scram!” Elspeth banged the door shut and lay on the bed while reading the information shown on the

tablet beside her. After struggling in her mind for about one-hundredth of a second, she resolutely chose

to give in.