Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 166: Gifting a Sports Car

PM.

Elara finished washing up, pushed the door open, and walked into the bedroom. She happened to see Zion laying out the bedding on the floor. She paused for a moment, hesitated a bit, then spoke, "Um... since we’re already... if you don’t mind, you could sleep on the bed."

Zion stopped what he was doing, looked up at her with clear eyes, "Is that really okay?"

Elara felt a little embarrassed. She didn’t know why she blurted this out, but... they were officially married, and letting him sleep on the floor wasn’t really appropriate. Besides, this house was his, and she and Joanne Carter were technically just staying here temporarily.

She nodded, "This bed is quite big, more than enough for the two of us. Um... and if you think it’s necessary, we can pool our resources and buy a bigger house, with three rooms, one bedroom for each of us. I’m fine with that."

The main problem was that she didn’t know Zion’s limits of acceptance. A marriage without love, yet bound by responsibilities, was truly challenging.

Zion’s smile was subtle and sincere, "We can put off buying a house for later. Joanne is already in first grade, and there are many places to spend money with future hobby classes and tutorial classes. Let’s save a little; I think things are great as they are now."

Elara breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you feel it’s good."

She turned to put her phone down, and when she looked up, she saw that Zion had already quickly rolled up the bedding and thrown it into the cupboard. She was taken aback, "You move so fast."

Zion smiled gently, "I always do things efficiently."

Elara didn’t think too much about it, smiled, climbed into bed, and made space for him on the other side.

During this period, she had been occupying his large bed all by herself. Now, the bedspread and quilt were pale yellow with lace, and when Zion lay down, he didn’t know if it was just psychological or something else; he felt surrounded by a sweet fragrance.

He could hear her breathing, smell the fragrance of her hair, she was so close to him, and they were lying on the same bed...

A surge of indescribable impulse rose in his lower abdomen. He took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Progressing too quickly would scare her off, and if she ran away, it would be over.

"To accomplish great things, one must first be resolute and confident, and then plan carefully."

He reminded himself of the ancestral teachings.

Elara was actually very nervous too. She was lying flat, her body somewhat stiff. His presence was too strong, and even though there was a space between them wide enough for a person, she couldn’t ignore his presence.

PM was already her usual bedtime, but now she couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she thought of the scene on the couch that afternoon...

It was too difficult; the path she chose was too difficult.

That night, only the two people sharing the same bed knew whether they slept or not.

The next day, Elara woke up sporting panda eyes. When she turned her head, she found herself face-to-face with Zion, who also had panda eyes. She was a little nervous, but then she heard Zion say with a friendly smile, "Morning."

"...Morning."

She really wanted to escape; she felt so embarrassed, she couldn’t even bring herself to eat breakfast. After washing up, she excused herself by saying there was an urgent matter at work, and slipped away as fast as she could.

Joanne was eating breakfast while eyeing Zion, asking, "Uncle Fitzwilliam, did your grand plan to win your wife succeed?"

Zion, with a blank expression, handed her a sandwich, "You don’t need to worry about becoming a child of a single-parent family anytime soon."

Joanne let out a "Wow," raised her thumb at him in surprise, "That’s pretty impressive. Keep it up and win Aunt Hale’s heart back soon."

Zion gave her a sidelong glance, "Eat your breakfast."

Meanwhile, when Elara got to work, she soon received a call from the front desk, saying someone sent her flowers and she needed to go downstairs to receive them personally.

She thought it was from Zion, feeling a mix of surprise and a little joy, but it was strange. Usually, when her colleagues received flowers, the courier delivered them directly to the office. Why did she have to go downstairs to sign for her delivery?

Her closest teammates, Vera and Jean Dunn, looked on with gossip-filled eagerness, even more excited than she was, "Flowers for you, Elara, hurry and check it out!"

Elara, supported by the two down the stairs, found it amusing, "Hey, you guys are way too hyped up."

Vera looked even more dramatic, "Elara, this is your first time receiving flowers—it’s a big deal! It could be a great match!"

Jean Dunn nodded eagerly, "Yeah, yeah, no matter what, go have a look. You’re thirty and still don’t have a boyfriend, we’re worried for you."

Elara never talked about her marriage, divorce, and remarriage at work, so her colleagues thought she was single.

Hearing Vera and Jean Dunn’s words now, she found it amusing, "You should worry about yourselves instead."

She planned to shock them with the news of her remarriage after she signed for Zion’s flowers.

As soon as they came out of the elevator, the three of them were stunned.

In the large lobby, there was a fiery red sports car piled with roses!

Vera was the first to react, "The front desk called this a flower delivery?"

It was obviously delivering a sports car with a side of flowers.

Jean Dunn’s boyfriend was into cars, so she had picked up some knowledge. Now, she was so shocked her mouth wouldn’t close, "Woah... a red Bugatti, limited edition! Who gives such luxury gifts?"

A bad feeling flickered in Elara’s mind.

Such things, Zion couldn’t afford to give.

As she stood there silently, a tall and handsome figure slowly walked out from behind the sports car.

Jean Dunn gasped, "Oh my God, so handsome! Wealthy, rich, and good-looking—what novel’s CEO just walked into reality?"

Vera, a few years older than them, noticed that when the man appeared, Elara’s face looked somewhat troubled, and she felt a pang of concern, asking Elara quietly, "Do you know him?"

She was worried Elara might get entangled with a domineering rich man; after all, the rich were often lawless.

Elara shook her head, "Vera, Jean Dunn, you guys go back first, I’ll explain later."

Vera and Jean Dunn exchanged a glance, figuring that nothing much could happen at work, nodded, and left her alone.

As they entered the elevator, Jean Dunn suddenly grabbed Vera’s arm, startling Vera, "What’s wrong with you?"

Jean Dunn said timidly, "Vera, do you find the man who gave Elara a sports car familiar?"

Vera Ford frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I don’t know him."

"The president of the Jacobs Group, Mason Jacobs."

Jean Dunn almost trembled as she said this sentence.

She’s young, and usually loves reading gossip news online. Mason Jacobs is one of Northgarde’s top ten handsome CEOs; she remembers him well...

Vera Ford was startled by this sentence, her normally calm face couldn’t help showing shock, "...Damn."

Downstairs.

Mason Jacobs walked step by step to Elara Hale.

He was dressed in a dark blue suit, with a pair of metallic, exquisite cufflinks on the sleeves of his white shirt.

Elara Hale stared at those cufflinks for a long time.

Mason Jacobs noticed her gaze, smiled, raised his hand, and placed the cufflinks in front of her, his voice deep, "Remember? Your first gift to me."

Elara Hale’s expression carried a hint of sarcasm.

"I remember," she also smiled, but the smile was chilly deep in her eyes; the nostalgia and excitement Mason Jacobs expected did not appear on her face. She looked at him and said softly, "These cufflinks were thirty-seven thousand. I saved up for three months to give them to you as a birthday present."

"You really do remember." Mason Jacobs’ eyes flashed with certainty, and he smiled, "We have so many beautiful memories. You loved me so much before, and gave so much for me. I can’t forget these, and neither can you, right?"

"Yes." Elara Hale tugged at the corner of her mouth, seeing the confident smile on Mason Jacobs’ face, as if everything was under his control. She smiled faintly and said, "I can’t forget how stupidly I was played by you, can’t forget the two years I worked like a horse for you, and can’t forget how my sincere love was betrayed and trampled."

Facing Mason Jacobs’ astonished eyes, her eyes deepened in ridicule. She pointed at the cufflinks, "When I gave them to you, I engraved them with words. You probably never noticed. After all, these cufflinks disappeared the day after I gave them to you, thrown somewhere. Finding an identical pair must not have been easy, right?"

Mason Jacobs froze and looked down. The cufflinks were shining brightly; he had never noticed they were engraved...

This pair of cufflinks was indeed not the original one she had given him. As she said, that inconsequential item was lost long ago. Finding an identical pair took him quite some effort—he didn’t expect Elara Hale to see through everything.

For a moment, he felt somewhat ashamed.

"Even if they’re not the original pair, I spared no effort to find an identical one for you. Doesn’t that show how important you are to me?" Mason Jacobs looked at her, still pressing forward relentlessly, "Elara, I love you. We have two years of feelings. You loved me deeply. Now I’m formally inviting you back; there’s always a place for you with me."

"Sorry, I refuse," Elara Hale rejected without hesitation, "Mason Jacobs, if you have time, you can do charity work and spread love. I don’t have time for these games with you. Pack up all this stuff yourself."

She felt reasoning with Mason Jacobs was pointless, so she simply stopped talking. This man was arrogant and self-conceited; she had no patience to waste words.

She threw out these words, turned around, and was about to leave, but Mason Jacobs grabbed her hand, eyes glowing with eagerness, "Elara, give me another chance. I know I was wrong. I was muddled before and hurt you. I’ll make it up to you tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold, will you?"

"I don’t need it," Elara Hale wanted to pull back her hand but couldn’t break free, and she lost patience. She looked up, warning him, "Mason Jacobs, let go!"

Mason Jacobs shook his head, steadfastly looking at her, "In this life, I’ve never let go of something I want. Elara, I love you. I’ll do anything to bring you back to my side."

This time Elara Hale truly laughed, speechless.

"Mason Jacobs, you really must be sick. When I loved you, you were indifferent. Now I don’t love you, and you cling to me. Do you realize how pathetic you are? Get this straight: I’m your ex-wife. I’ve already started a new life, and everything about me has nothing to do with you anymore. Don’t you feel like you’re degrading yourself by pestering me?"

Mason Jacobs’ eyes burned with determination, "Chasing the woman I love could never degrade me; I only feel I haven’t done enough and need to try harder."

Elara Hale thought he was really crazy.

Not wanting to be entangled with him any longer, she coldly stated, "Let go, or I’ll call the police!"

Mason Jacobs stared at her resolutely, "I already said, I won’t let go of your hand again."

He pulled her hand, dragging her, "Let’s go see the sports car I bought for you. I remember you once said it was very beautiful."

Elara Hale sneered coldly.

She had indeed said that.

And she had said that to a woman who liked Mason Jacobs.

In the two years of their marriage, her presence was weak. Many outside thought he was single, and many women actively approached him.

Once, a female executive sought her out and provocatively challenged her. At that time, Elara Hale struggled in the wealthy circle. The woman pointed at her nose, calling her a parasite, a creeper, only living by clinging to a man, like a moth.

Elara Hale felt really upset after hearing that. She wanted to ask Mason Jacobs who that woman was, but that day he returned home saying he was very tired and didn’t want to talk, so she swallowed her words.

But she remembered that woman drove a red Bugatti, so she probingly said the red Bugatti was really beautiful.

However, at that time, Mason Jacobs ignored all her needs, brushed her off, and dealt with her perfunctorily. He probably didn’t regard her as someone equal to respect.

And now, after they’ve divorced, she could finally recall these things effortlessly, yet Mason Jacobs ran up to her, gifting her the red Bugatti.

Elara Hale, being thirty years old, had never seen anything so ironic.

Mason Jacobs opened the car door to show her, "I chose the interior; your favorite off-white color. It’s all done in off-white. The little turtle in the backseat was left at home, and you didn’t take it. I know you love it, so I specially had it cleaned and restored."

He looked at Elara Hale eagerly, "Elara, I put in so much effort for you; do you really want to completely ignore it?"

Elara Hale indifferently pushed his hand away, "Mr. Jacobs, I’ve made myself very clear. I won’t accept the car or—anything from you."

She wanted to leave, but Mason Jacobs was persistently clinging to her, refusing to let go. Elara Hale initially didn’t want to make a scene at the company entrance, but now couldn’t care less, and pulled out her phone to call the police.

Unexpectedly, before she could dial, police sirens sounded outside, and soon, two officers walked in, "Who is causing trouble here?"

The receptionist quickly stepped forward, "Officer, this man has been pestering our employee, she’s already rejected him, yet he won’t give up. Maybe he has some antisocial behavior."

Mason Jacobs cast a chilling glance at the receptionist, who shrank back nervously and took a step backward, daring not to speak further.

If it wasn’t for the supervisor’s instruction, she wouldn’t dare to provoke such a person.