Chapter 39: We Were Not on Speaking Terms

What did he mean let's end it? After all was said and done, he still distrusted me. If he really believed in me, he wouldn't still doubt me even after I had vowed. I had my pride and self-esteem too. When had I ever bowed my head to anyone before? I had already "humbled myself", what else was I supposed to do? I took a step back, my gaze slightly cold, "Elias, have you always been wishing to part with me?" He looked up sharply, his beautiful eyes staring at me steadily. "If you have not been thinking that way, how come you threaten me with breaking up once we quarrel? It means you simply think that our relationship can end at any time, doesn't it?" He opened his lips and finally nodded, "If that's what you think, so be it." After saying that, he turned around to get get in the car and leave. I guessed I was overwhelmed by anger when I said, "That's the car I bought for you." The words just came out of my mouth and I already regretted it. Unfortunately, what had been said was spilled water and it was impossible for me to take it back. Elias stiffened for a moment, then he turned around and suddenly laughed. "Yes, the car is yours and should be returned to you." He took out the keys and put them in my hand, "Goodbye." Elias and I were not on speaking terms. That day, he left home. I was still angry, thinking that he was the one who misunderstood me and yelled at me and that he should apologize first. There was nothing between Ian and me, yet he kept suspecting me. I was also angry and sad. But I could no longer hold on to this sadness after one night. Elias had usually hugged me through the night. His embrace was warm and comfortable that drove my sleeplessness and anxiety away. Tossing and turning until dawn, I checked my phone and found no text or call from Elias. I was not angry and aggrieved but worried now. Had something happened to him? As soon as the sky turned bright, I grabbed my car keys and went to the orphanage. Mrs. Sanders didn't know about our fight and asked me why Elias didn't come. I had to fob her off and went on to another place to look for him. But I realized that I was unable to find him. He had no friends, no family, no company, and was like a kite that could fly away at any time. Thinking about this, I became even more anxious. In desperation, I called Neil. He might have been sleeping when he heard my voice and immediately woke up, "Boss, good morning. What can I do for you?" I knew Elias would certainly not go to him, but I still wanted to take a chance. "Is Elias at your place?" "No." Neil answered quickly, "Is there something wrong with you and Elias?" "Nothing." I hung up the phone straight away. Today, the atmosphere in the company was gloomy, mostly because of me. Even Yvette noticed that I was in a poor state. "Boss, there's a business dinner tonight..." " Not going." I was upset. Yvette fell silent for a second and said, "Boss, I'm afraid you can't just turn down the dinner this time. It's planned by Steven Chelton. And we have cooperation with Y Group." I calmed myself down. I had been so upset by Elias that I couldn't think straight. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit, "Got it. You can get ready for it." Yvette replied yes, but instead of leaving immediately, she asked me cautiously, "Boss, did you and Mr. Silva have a fight?" I kept my mouth closed with a grim look on my face. "Boss, there are no lovers who do not quarrel with each other. A quarrel can make the relationship better. Seriously, I felt that Mr. Silva had not many emotions when he was with you. Now that he quarrels with you, it shows that he cares about you, doesn't it?" Yvette was so smart that she had probably known what was going on with me. "You know all about it?" Yvette smiled shyly, "Boss, I've been following you for so many years and I know what you want without you even saying a word. Mr. Yates is indeed an obstacle to the relationship between you and Mr. Silva." Was Yvette hinting at me? I looked up, "What if I remove this obstacle?" Yvette said meaningfully, "That's up to you, Boss." I tapped my fingers on the table and pondered the situation in my mind. Even if Ian had no ill will towards me, there would be another misunderstanding over and over again if he kept clinging to me. Only by keeping Ian away from me would Elias stop misunderstanding that there was anything involved between us. "By the way, do you know where else Elias would go besides the orphanage and the milk tea store?" Yvette was also worried, "Boss, I am good at searching for people, but I can't figure out what Mr. Silva is thinking." "If you keep thinking about it, you might be able to figure out where he would be. You know each other well after all." Where would he be? Cat cafe! "Yvette, find all the cat cafes in the city for me, send people to look for Elias, and inform me immediately when they find him." "Yes, Boss." Yvette was very efficient and quickly sent me an address. There were still a few hours before the dinner and I was so distracted by Elias that I couldn't focus on my work. I took the keys and went to find him. I just stepped into the cat cafe when I saw such a scene. A group of lovely girls gathered around Elias, calling him intimately. They were not petting cats but obviously fawning on my man. What pissed me off the most was that Elias had usually been a perfect gentleman to all women except for me. But now...humph! I was so irritated that I stepped on my heels, walked up to them with my arms around my chest, and sneered, "Surrounded by beautiful women, you look quite happy." Elias looked up at me at once. There was a white Ragdoll in his arms, which was leaning against him like a siren with very enchanting blue eyes. Even a cat was striving for Elias' favor with me? He was not surprised at all when he saw me as if he had known I would have found him. He didn't say anything, but the girls around him first started talking. "Who are you, Auntie?" Auntie? The corners of my mouth twitched and my gaze was as cold as ice. Although I did dress maturely and they only looked 18 or 19 years old, wasn't it too early for them to call me auntie? Normally, I wouldn't even bother to compete with these little girls, so as not to bring my level down. But now, I blurted out, "If you call me auntie, you should call him uncle." One of the young girls who had curly hair and was in a white bubble skirt looked at me sullenly, "Why should we call him uncle?" "Why?" I looked over at Elias, "Ask him yourselves."