Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 465 Elspeth’s First Love

"Did you really only have one girlfriend before? Your behavior seems to suggest that you've had many."

Elspeth widened her eyes. Her grin was particularly bright and teasing.

"You can always get such accurate information; did you not check how many girlfriends I had before?"

Callum rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat speechless. She clearly knew, yet she still said it like that and

deliberately teased him.

"Tsk." Elspeth clicked her tongue, suddenly feeling jaded. "I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. I

didn't expect you to be so dull."

"I'm a bit dull during the day, but at night we can do something more interesting."

"Pfft!"

Could this really be something Callum would say? As Elspeth watched him calmly and shamelessly

utter these vulgar and shameless words, her face turned red, and she punched him in anger.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"You started it first. Why are you getting angry now?" Callum calmly crossed his arms and watched her

stomp her feet with a slight smile.

"Then I won't say anything anymore." Elspeth simply went inside and flopped onto the bed. "This bed is

so soft."

"Of course, it's soft." After trying more than 30 fabrics and materials, he came up with this. It was sure

to be the most comfortable bed to sleep in. But he didn't tell her this little detail, in case she said

something shameless again. He didn't like it when she was being impudent.

"But this bed has one major flaw." Callum smirked.

Elspeth lifted her head from the covers and asked with a bewildered look, "Is there any problem with

this bed?"

Callum replied, "Of course. The biggest flaw is that I can't sleep with you."

Elspeth's heart raced.

"Wait, where did you learn these cheesy pick-up lines?" She didn't even know that Callum liked saying

these things. Besides, when he said them with a serious face, it gave her a feeling that he was a wolf in

sheep's clothing. To be honest, it was really easy to be hooked. But she was Elspeth Lynwood, so she

could resist it. However, not everyone could.

"Do you not like it? Don't girls like to be flirted with by guys they like?"

Elspeth straightened up and explained seriously to him, "What you're doing is called flirting, but we're

already an old married couple. If you keep saying these things, you'll creep me out and give me

goosebumps."

"Creep you out and give you goosebumps?" Those words sounded particularly dangerous in his cold

voice.

Elspeth realized she had messed up again and quickly corrected herself. "Sorry, my wording is not

appropriate. What you said makes me feel embarrassed. I just don't like hearing about these things. I'm

a no-nonsense woman who is not good at expressing emotions."

Callum's deep-set eyes stared at her intensely, and he slowly furrowed his brow, his gaze becoming

dark and dangerous. "Just a no-nonsense woman who is not good at expressing her emotions, huh?

Are you sure?"

Elspeth had yet to realize the seriousness of the situation and nodded profusely. "Yes."

Hearing this, Callum didn't say anything more and instead walked over and opened the first drawer.

Then he took out a letter and began to read the words on it, using his magnetic voice to recite each

word.

"I dwell by the head of the river,

While you reside by its tail.

Every day I long for you, yet you are not here,

As we drink from the river that never fails."

Upon hearing these familiar words, Elspeth immediately stiffened. "Why do these things you're reciting

sound a bit familiar?"

Callum didn't respond to her question and continued reciting.

"This water flows ceaselessly,

While my love for you only grows.

I pray your heart is like mine,

That you will never betray the love we chose."

At this moment, Elspeth had already realized what he was reciting and a trace of panic flashed across

her face.

"How did you know about this?"

Callum glanced at her with cold eyes. "Wait, there's more to come."

Then, he continued.

"The cry of the ospreys echoes by the river's shore,

In the islets where the river's currents flow.

There stands a fair maiden, a beauty to adore,

For a noble gentleman, she is meant to know.

Amidst the waterweeds that sway to and fro,

She wanders in search of her true love.

But alas, she cannot find him, and her heart in woe,

Yearns for him every night and day thereof.

The waterweeds she picks, scattered here and there,

To compose a song for her kindred soul.

With her lovely voice and her melodies rare,

The strings of the zither will take control.

And as she writes her verses with brush and ink,

She dreams of her love with each stroke of her hand.

And with each sound of the drum and bell's chime,

Her heart sings with joy as she dances in the sand."

His voice was deep and resonant, especially when reciting poetry. He had a good intonation, making it

easy for people to get lost in his voice. But this particular part was not as familiar to her.

"What is it that you're reciting?"

Callum sneered, "The handwriting is different. Can you guess whose it is?"

A sudden surge of electricity rushed through Elspeth's mind. She remembered that Gilbert seemed to

have told her on the phone that he had written a response on the back of the envelope. Were these

lines what he had written? So, when she expressed her liking for him, he also liked her, but she thought

she had been rejected at the time. When the letter was returned to her, she did not investigate further

and buried the feelings deep in her heart, waiting for them to slowly rot away.

Callum was no longer able to chat with her calmly at this point. He reached out and lifted her chin,

asking, "Can you tell me now? Can you tell me whether you're still a no-nonsense woman who is not

good at expressing your emotions, or are you a hypocrite?"

This was the love letter containing the juvenile poem she had written to Gilbert when she was young

and immature. Now that it was suddenly unearthed, she was getting somewhat uneasy. But staying

silent would make her look guilty.

"I just wrote these lines out of boredom at the time, and I even copied some lines from other poets…"

"So, these lines aren't flirtatious?"

How could she write such words to Gilbert yet not be able to say anything romantic to him in person,

and even find his flirtatious words creepy? The thought of that guy possibly being the unforgettable first

love in her heart made him want to strangle him.

"Of course not. It was just me being young and ignorant at the time, and copying lines didn't take any

skill. They weren't sincere."

It would be better to calm him down at this point. As for the truth of the matter, that was another story.

"You really liked him back then, didn't you?" Callum's voice carried a hint of sadness and helplessness.

"I didn't actually like him that much." She only remembered being deeply moved by his care for her at

the time, and love gradually grew from that. If she had to analyze what she really liked about him, she

wouldn't know.

"Do you know how angry I was when I saw these things? You've been keeping them for so long."

If she had forgotten or no longer cared about this past love interest, then these letters would have been

destroyed long ago. But not only did she not do that, she even kept them close to her. The envelopes

looked quite old. How could he not be angry about that?