Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 110: Sooner or Later, We’ll Sleep Together

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Sooner or Later, We’ll Sleep Together

Elara felt a bit awkward and repeated what Joanne Carter had just said to Mason, apologizing, "I couldn’t think of how to tell her, and I’m afraid it’ll affect her schooling tomorrow, so I’m planning to sleep in the living room tonight and think of a solution tomorrow."

Zion Fitzwilliam could barely contain his excitement. He tried to stay calm and suggested, "You can sleep in my room. My bed is big, two by four meters. We can keep our boundaries intact."

"Huh?" Elara didn’t expect him to say that. She hesitated and then said, "Isn’t that... a bit inappropriate?"

After all, they were a fake couple. Sleeping together just felt awkward.

With a calm expression, Zion Fitzwilliam reiterated, "You know I’m not interested in women. Technically, we’re both same-sex, so it’s not a big deal for two people of the same sex to share a bed."

"Plus," he looked at Elara and tried his best to keep his voice even, concealing his real intentions, "Joanne Carter is quite young. She definitely hopes for a normal family life. If we sleep in separate rooms, she might worry. She’s quite sensitive, and we should consider her, right?"

Initially, Elara felt awkward, but after hearing this, she felt it wasn’t a big deal.

How did she keep forgetting that Zion Fitzwilliam was gay? Gay people are like sisters, so sharing a bed isn’t really a big deal.

Besides, they were married. Even though there wouldn’t be any marital activities, sharing a bed was still pretty reasonable, right?

Noticing Elara wasn’t conflicted anymore, Zion Fitzwilliam bent down to grab her quilt to avoid any more hesitations, saying, "Let me help you."

Now Elara had absolutely no escape.

She had already showered, and followed Zion Fitzwilliam into his bedroom. She was always mindful of personal space, and since moving in, she had maintained boundaries. Truth be told, this was her first time entering his bedroom.

She always thought that men’s bedrooms might not be very tidy, considering few men liked organizing. She was braced to see a slightly messy room, even readiness for random socks and underwear lying around.

But walking in, she was stunned by the cleanliness.

His bedroom was the master bedroom, spacious, with a light gray, cool toned decor. Against the wall was a row of wardrobes, and indeed the bed measured two by four meters.

Zion Fitzwilliam inconspicuously glanced at her, saying, "Coincidentally, I just changed the sheets this morning. They’re clean. If you mind, we can buy a new set tomorrow, but for tonight you’ll have to manage with this."

Elara quickly replied, "I don’t mind, I don’t mind."

She feared Zion Fitzwilliam thought she disliked him, but on second thought, she’d soon be lying in a bed he had slept in... not entirely comfortable.

Oh well, maybe a new set tomorrow.

Her gaze suddenly fell on the CD on the desk. A bit surprised, she asked, "Do you like this singer too?"

Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at it, smiling and nodding, "I quite like her. I’ve bought every single CD she released."

Elara exclaimed, "That’s amazing, I bought her albums too, but some were hard to snag, I’ve yet to get them."

She regretfully smiled at Zion Fitzwilliam, picking up the CD on the desk. It was one she felt impossible to acquire.

Zion Fitzwilliam said, "If you like them, you can pick a few more. I’ve collected quite a number."

Elara quickly waved her hand, "No need."

The singer had international fame but kept a low profile. When albums were released, they were scarce, and after selling out they weren’t restocked. Such collectible items dwindled with each release.

Even though she liked them, she wouldn’t take his beloved possessions.

Seeing her refusal, Zion Fitzwilliam casually picked a few CDs and placed them in her hands, smiling and casually saying, "I have more than one collection, and I know someone close to the singer. These are all given to me by friends. I can easily ask for more later."

Elara looked at the CDs in disbelief; the ones Zion Fitzwilliam gifted were exactly the ones she couldn’t get her hands on.

She was reluctant to take them without giving something in return, yet the allure of these CDs was immense...

After a moment’s hesitation, she confirmed, "You’re really giving these to me?"

Zion Fitzwilliam turned to her with a smile, "Of course, I wouldn’t joke about that."

Elara couldn’t resist her desire any longer and said, "Then someday... I’ll give you a little gift too."

Zion Fitzwilliam chuckled at her words, "Is this out of reciprocity?"

Elara nodded, truthfully, "I can’t take them for free."

Zion Fitzwilliam looked at the CDs for a moment but chose not to explain further. He simply smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll be waiting for your gift."

Elara couldn’t quite say why, but she felt a bit awkward with the atmosphere, as Zion Fitzwilliam’s gaze was deeply focused on her, to a level she wasn’t accustomed to.

She had overestimated herself. Being alone in a room with a man made it hard to accept.

Zion Fitzwilliam seemed to notice her unease and diverted his gaze, casually saying, "I’ll sleep on the floor tonight."

He took out bedding from the wardrobe and arranged it on the ground.

Elara was surprised, "Huh? You’re not sleeping on the bed?"

Outside, they had discussed sleeping together on the bed?

Plus, this was his room, his bed, if anyone should sleep on the floor, it should be her.

Zion Fitzwilliam gently smiled and explained, "My back’s been uncomfortable for the past few days, and the bed is too soft. I’ll return to the bed in a few days."

He wanted to give her time to adjust.

Elara hesitantly nodded, feeling everything seemed a bit off without knowing exactly why. After a few seconds of hesitation, she said, "Then let’s sleep."

Zion Fitzwilliam lay on the floor, and Elara Hale climbed onto the bed.

The dim yellow bedside lamp was on, neither of them felt sleepy. Elara sank into the soft pillow, which was Zion’s pillow, carrying a fresh scent that gave her the illusion she wasn’t sleeping in his bed, but in his embrace.

As soon as the thought emerged, she felt her cheeks heat up, quietly warning herself, "Crazy girl, what are you thinking? Don’t let your mind wander!"

"He’s gay, and you’re actually daring to entertain such thoughts!"

It was her first time sleeping in a stranger’s bed, so she had a hard time adjusting, tossing and turning for a long while before finally falling asleep.

Zion watched her under the soft glow of the lamp; she faced away from him, as if trying to distance herself. He sensed it as soon as they entered the bedroom — she was unaccustomed to this, but pretended to be nonchalant to avoid awkwardness, even though she was clearly uneasy when talking, yet still acted so detached.

She’s still the same, not good at interacting with the opposite sex.

But that’s okay; he’ll make her accustomed to it.

He gazed deeply at her curved back, her discomfort visible even in sleep as she faced away. But that’s alright, two people with such similar taste in music would eventually share the same bed sooner or later.

Meanwhile, at Jacobs Villa.

Kylie Dalton smashed everything in sight that could be smashed, still feeling unsatisfied. She angrily threw a cushion at Mason Jacobs, who stood unaffected, and hoarsely spat, "Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do? People say a man forgets his mother after marrying a wife. Cecilia Quincy has only been here a few days, and just a few whispered sweet words from her and there’s a gap between us? You want to kick me out? Over my dead body!"

Mason stood there watching her, a flicker of pain crossed his eyes before he struggled out, "Mom, you know this isn’t about Cece. I just explained very clearly earlier, you can’t keep making trouble anymore."

Kylie’s eyes welled up with tears of fury and urgency, "How is this not her fault? When Elara was home, I treated her the same way. Why didn’t you object then? Now that it’s Cecilia Quincy, you’re too precious about her. I’m at odds with her and you want to resolve it by getting rid of me? I’m already old, if you send me out of Northgarde, what would I live for the rest of my life? You might as well kill me!"

"Mom!" Mason’s voice sank, frowning at her. He was now incredibly sensitive to the words "kill," feeling a creeping, uncontrollable gloom rise within him. He took a deep breath before continuing, "This isn’t about Cece. Do you know you almost killed Jasmine today? When she was rushed to the hospital, the doctor said ten minutes later and she wouldn’t have made it. She’s still in surgery right now, her life hanging in balance."

Kylie showed a hint of guilt hearing Jasmine’s name, yet stubbornly retorted, "That’s someone Cecilia adopted, she’s under Jacobs Family, living on our money. If I want to hit or scold her, whose place is it to judge?"

Mason was exhausted, having spent all day on company matters, gone to the hospital because Cecilia was unwell, and now dealing with Jasmine’s ordeal. He was truly tired.

"Mom, you know that’s not what I’m referring to." He tried to remain patient, "I won’t interfere with how you treated Elara or Cecilia; I know you want to groom them into capable daughters-in-law of the Jacobs Family, so even when you overstep, I haven’t said much. But Jasmine, you almost beat her to death! Yes, she’s a foster child, living under our roof, but this society runs by law! You can’t treat her like a slave in our house, if you actually killed her, you’d face legal consequences!"

Kylie remained indifferent, "What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not the first time..."

"Mom!" Mason abruptly cut her off, his eyes blazing like a demon from hell. He stared at Kylie, speaking word by word, "I’ve told you, never bring up that matter again! We’re not always lucky enough to evade consequences; don’t treat the Jacobs Family as if it’s all-powerful!"

Kylie knew she had touched a nerve, swallowing her retort, negotiating, "Then how about this, I promise you, I’ll not act out at home anymore. Please don’t send me away, I can’t live away from Northgarde."

Mason looked at her with ominous eyes, Kylie shivered under his gaze, instinctively pleading, "Mason, don’t forget. Your success today is thanks to me. Your father has been living a carefree life abroad for years without coming back. If it weren’t for my relentless efforts to assist you, would you be where you are now? And now you plan to kick Mom out after your triumph, is that how you repay me?"

Mason unclenched then flexed his fists repeatedly, finally relenting after a long silence, "Okay, you can stay, but from now on, you can’t arbitrarily hit or scold anyone, especially Jasmine and Cece. The servants should do the servant work, don’t make Jasmine and Cece do hard labor anymore. Treat them well, if you can promise this, I’ll agree."

Kylie said, "That’s no hard task. Mom promises not to be willful anymore."

Upon hearing her promise, Mason remained silent, turning and walking out.

Kylie watched his back, feeling indignant. This son she raised single-handedly, who used to be so filial and considerate, changed ever since he married Cecilia Quincy.

That woman is nothing but trouble.

This kind of misfortune cannot linger in the Jacobs Family. Previously, she was blinded by that woman to think she was easy to handle, but she turned out to be even more troublesome than Elara.

She must think of a way to kick that woman out for Mason. Otherwise, her kinship with Mason would be completely disrupted by that woman!

But how could she do it?

Kylie sat on the sofa, face coldly pondering. After a while, she sneered softly.

Mason left the villa, went nowhere else but sat in his car, breathing heavily as if trying to expel all the frustration accumulated within him.

But his breathing grew more labored; he couldn’t control his emotions any longer.

His mother’s words echoed in his ears like a curse, enough is enough!

Since middle school, those words have been repeating in his ears like a nightmare, constantly entangling his soul over the years, driving him close to the brink.

He wanted to declare that his achievements were borne from his own efforts, unrelated to anyone else! Yet he couldn’t deny his mother’s contribution.

He couldn’t reconcile with himself, repeatedly suppressing the indignation and anger deep inside. But there’s only so much a heart can contain, soon it’s unable to bear it.

At this point, he could hardly endure anymore.

He didn’t understand; clearly, Cece’s return and their rekindle was a good thing, clearly, he had smoothly parted ways with Elara, clearly, his marriage to Cece fulfilled his wishes, they even had a child. But why did life feel more and more grueling?

He slammed the gas pedal down, sending the car speeding like an arrow released from a bow.

Half an hour later, the car halted outside the manor on the outskirts.

Orlaine Manor, he had just been here a few months ago.

Pressing the switch, the large iron gate slowly opened, the entire estate was shrouded in darkness, the car crawled inside, naturally finding its way to the small mansion.

Everywhere was pitch-black, yet he felt a strange comfort, steadily climbing the stairs, the sound of his leather shoes on the floor echoing clearly in the dark, the dim moonlight streaming in, adding an endless eerie hue to his silhouette.

Mason took the elevator to the basement.

Just as he arrived at the second underground level, he heard a man’s agonizing cries — like a beast suffering a calamity, filled with rage, unwillingness, and fear.

Upon hearing this sound, his previously expressionless visage subtly spilled excitement.