Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 639 Bring Her Home

Yelena immediately sensed something suspicious.

"Why do I feel like there's something sinister behind those words?" she remarked.

The man shrugged, wearing a somewhat resigned expression. "I know it does sound a bit malicious,

and perhaps a tad too blunt."

"In that case, maybe we shouldn't get to know each other," Yelena commented while rising from her

seat, ready to go to another "battlefield." After all, she had no idea where conversing with the man in

front of her might lead her.

"Why not get to know each other? Don't you want to hear about Hank?"

The man's voice remained soft, but it seemed to have struck her soul, leaving her momentarily

stunned.

"About whom did you say?"

"Hank," he repeated.

Yelena lost her composure in an instant. When she looked up, she had tears welling in her eyes.

"What do you know about him? And how did you find out about our relationship?"

The man appeared slightly surprised. He had initially thought the young lady before him would be easy

to deceive, but it turned out she could ask such probing questions.

Yelena continued to stare at him as if trying to bore a hole through his face.

She was certain they didn't know each other at all.

But if they were strangers, how could he know about her relationship with Hank so clearly?

"I know things about him, but there's no hurry to share that with you. I can take my time," the man

replied with an unusually composed smile. "As for how I know about the two of you, you can take your

time and make a guess."

Yelena despised riddles the most. She lost all interest upon hearing his words.

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it. Honestly, I don't really want to know."

After saying that, she unhesitatingly left this place.

But before she could take more than a few steps, the man behind her languidly spoke up.

"Don't you care about whether he is alive or not? I think he is on the verge of dying."

Yelena swiftly turned around. "What do you know? Tell me now."

The man glanced around and shook his head.

"This isn't the best place to talk about something like this."

Grabbing her bag, Yelena took a deep breath and approached him.

"Then tell me what's a good place for us to have a conversation. I'll go with you."

The man put on a satisfied smile.

"I knew you wouldn't refuse me. Let's go, then."

Just like that, Yelena had ended up leaving with someone else the second Federick took his eyes off

her!

She had initially planned to sit with the man at a cafe, but the man insisted that there wasn't enough

privacy at cafes. At last, he brought her to his villa.

"Why does it have to be a private place?" Yelena asked, perplexed.

She kept thinking that the man had an ulterior motive.

However, he simply shrugged, completely unconcerned. "I just prefer a secluded environment, that's

all."

There wasn't anything Yelena could do about this situation. After all, she couldn't possibly force him to

comply when she was the one seeking information from him.

So, reluctantly, she followed him back to his villa.

His villa was located far up in the mountains.

Yelena was already prone to motion sickness, but the winding and bumpy mountain roads only made

her nauseous.

"I wouldn't have expected you to get car sick." The man pitied the pitiful-looking woman.

Yelena forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit and gripped the door handle tightly.

"How much longer until we arrive?"

He remained unyielding in his words and stepped harder on the accelerator. "We're almost there."

After another half an hour, the two finally stopped at the entrance of a magnificent villa.

"We're here. You can get out of the car."

Yelena practically opened the door and got out as soon as the car came to a halt before she squatted

on the roadside, retching with all her might.

The only thing she had at the banquet was a glass of champagne.

Now, it felt like she was about to vomit the acid from her stomach.

"Can we discuss the distance before you bring me to your house next time?"

She would probably have passed out if she had eaten anything today.

For some reason, the man found her words somewhat adorable despite how much she suffered.

"Of course, we can do that."

Hearing that, Yelena nodded and stood up while swaying unsteadily.

Her face was still pale when she choked, "Let's head in."

Seeing her condition, the man went up to her and lifted her up horizontally without her permission.

"Excuse me."

Yelena exclaimed in surprise and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. "What the hell are

you doing? Put me down!"

She had already imagined countless possibilities in that instant.

"Don't overthink it. I have no ulterior motives toward you."

The man's words right then had a calming and soothing effect.

"I'm only trying to get you inside faster because I see that you're feeling unwell."

Yelena knew that she had had dirty thoughts, but she still felt that their current posture was overly

intimate.

"Thank you, but it's fine. I can manage on my own," she insisted.

The man seemed unfazed. "Having lived abroad for a long time, I have a different understanding of

social etiquette. What might appear embarrassing to people in your country seems natural to me."

After he said those words, Yelena felt like she had misjudged his intentions.

She then lowered her head and remained silent, coincidentally missing the cunning glint in the man's

eyes.

The two finally entered the main hall. The man's Floinian maid looked surprised as he suddenly came

in with a woman in his arms, but her professionalism kept her from saying anything.

"Please bring me a cup of tea," the man instinctively instructed. He then turned to Yelena. "Perhaps

you don't like tea. What would you prefer to drink? I'll have her prepare it."

Yelena hadn't come here to drink tea, so it didn't matter what she had.

"Oh, she doesn't have to. I can drink anything."

The man carefully pondered for a moment before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"A glass of orange juice for you, then."

Yelena froze at those words. Back at the banquet, she snuck off to a corner and grabbed a glass of

orange juice because she wasn't accustomed to drinking champagne.

She never expected him to notice that as well.

She realized that the man before her was astute. He was someone she shouldn't underestimate.

"Alright, let's get to the point. I believe you brought me all this way to reveal the truth," Yelena

demanded, hoping that this man wouldn't disappoint her after coming all the way here.

"I will definitely tell you the whole truth, but before that, I suggest you take some rest," the man replied

with a smile and evaded her question.

This annoyed Yelena. He was making her feel like he had baited her here.