Chapter 55: My Kid Helped the Stranger Instead of Me

My son sent a chill to my heart. But I couldn't bear to chide Nicholas, so I could only vent my anger on Elias, "Please stay away from me and don't ruin the relationship between Nicholas and me." Elias was not annoyed about my snide remarks at all and even calmly served me a soft-boiled egg, "Your favorite." I pushed the egg aside with my fork, "I don't like it anymore." He froze. "Do you think my tastes and interests wouldn't have changed in the past five years? My favorite food now is sunny-side-up, which Ian makes for me." I deliberately emphasized "Ian". Sure enough, when he heard Ian's name, his calm face became sullen. He got angry. I continued, "I've realized Ian is the right one for me in the past five years. After all, he was my first love in college and he knows me the best." "That's enough." Elias interrupted me, "I have some work to do. When you're done eating, I'll come back and clean up." After that, he left without waiting for Nicholas to ask him to stay. Looking at his back, I should have walked on air, but I was not happy at all. I sighed. What was I doing? In the next few days, Elias came to my house every day to cook, do the laundry, and mop the floor. He was even more like my mother than my mother. I wondered why he had nothing else to do as the heir of a big fortune. Did he really think he was acting in a romantic drama? Seeing him put a plate of cut-up fruit in front of me, I finally couldn't help but say, "Elias, do you get plenty of time?" I said sarcastically, "I can't afford to have you, the young master of Silva Consortium, do housework for an unknown president like me every day." "Jacqueline," he said helplessly, "when exactly will you talk to me nicely?" I turned my face away and thought in my mind "Why should I talk to you nicely? Do you deserve it?" Elias seemed to be about to say something else when the doorbell rang and he dropped what he was doing and went to open the door. The door opened and Ian's voice came in, "Nicholas, I bought you a toy..." Ian's voice stopped abruptly. I couldn't see their "crossfire" in the living room, but I knew that the two were in no good mood without thinking about it. They met as rivals and wouldn't treat each other friendly. I waited for the cat to jump sitting on the sofa. To be honest, I had been out of words when I picked on Elias. Ian's arrival simply brought me energy. I was biting into the apple while quietly watching them slug it out. But I was disappointed. They didn't fight at the drop of a hat, let alone fling out hard words. On the contrary, they were both very polite. Elias smiled lightly and said politely, "Mr. Yates, good morning. Have you eaten your breakfast? If not, there's some leftover in the pot. I'll bring it over to you." I was speechless. Leftover... Was he hinting at Ian something? How could a nobleman be so childish? But Ian was no pushover either, "No, thanks. I've already eaten. I'm off today and I come over to play with Nicholas." "Nicholas is still sleeping." Elias looked provocative, "Nicholas and I played games until late last night." I held my forehead. Well, they did have a "fight". But it was in a weird way. I kind of understood that no matter how mature and stable a man was, he would become childish if he got jealous. They finished greeting and looked at me in unison as if waiting for my verdict. I coughed lightly, "Ian, don't buy Nicholas toys every time. You've bought him too many toys." Ian smiled kindly, "I'll pay attention next time." "Why do you have time to come over today? Are you done with the decoration of your new home?" "Almost done." "That's good. When you move, I'll bring some friends over to celebrate for you." "Okay." Seeing us chatting like nobody's watching, someone standing on the side got jealous, "I'll go get Nicholas up for breakfast." He deliberately bring himself into notice. "No need." I refused, "You can leave now." Elias looked at me incredulously as if I was a "heartless woman" who had used him and then tossed him aside mercilessly. Ian stood quietly with a faint smile on his face. The atmosphere was slightly depressing. It took a long time before Elias spoke, "You want me to leave?" "Yes." I said firmly. Elias glanced at Ian and then at me, finally nodded, turned around, and left. Once he was gone, Ian put down the toy and walked over to the couch with a stern face, "Jacqueline, what's going on? Why is he here?" I didn't say anything. "You..." He hesitated and lowered his voice, "Are you two trying to start over?" "No." I denied it in a hurry. "Is that so?" Ian laughed a little sadly, "But he's been here in your home." "I sprained my ankle." "Why didn't you tell me first when you sprained your ankle? Don't you hate him? Why are you willing to let him hang around under your nose again?" He looked at me with a serious and earnest face, "Jacqueline, are you simply not over Elias?" It was not easy to forget someone. But it was not that I couldn't. I just needed some time. "Let's not talk about this, okay? I can promise you that Elias and I will never have anything to do with each other again." Ian said in a deep voice, "Indeed, you can't have anything to do with each other anymore and it's time to put an end to the marriage." I was confused. He looked at me, "Don't you know that? Elias is going to be engaged to Tina Charleson in three months." I felt more and more like a joke. Elias, how could you pierce my heart bit by bit and hurt my pride? He didn't come back to ask me for forgiveness. He came back only to keep on good terms with me when we parted and take Nicholas away if possible. He wished! "Jacqueline, are you okay?" Ian asked me cautiously. "I'm fine." I gritted my teeth, "I couldn't be better." Ian left after having dinner here. He made the dinner. Nicholas got picky after eating the food Elias made for a few days. Ian usually joked with Nicholas and today he asked seemingly unintentionally, "Nicholas, how are the pepper salt spareribs I made?" "They're good." Before Ian could breathe a sigh of relief, the little guy added, "But Uncle Ian, I can't lie. I think Uncle Elias' pepper salt spareribs are even better."