Chapter 400 Worth A Fortune
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Elodie leaned back against the bed. "Richard, I want an orange."
Richard had just come out of the bathroom, drying his hands. He frowned. "Didn't you just have a banana?"
He had peeled it for her himself.
These past few days, Richard had to play nice with the Black Family. Every time Elodie called, he had to drop everything and come over.
Richard had never been this patient before. He knew his time with Nina was limited, and he should be spending more time with her. But seeing how much Nina cared about Isabella's wedding, he didn't want to mess up such an important event.
So, he had to suck it up and keep the Black Family happy for now.
"I've got a good appetite today and suddenly want an orange. Richard, peel one for me," Elodie said, bossing him around.
Elodie had never been able to boss Richard around before, but now that he had a weak spot, she was taking full advantage.
She loved being pampered by Richard and wanted more.
Richard pressed his lips together, said nothing, and walked over to grab an orange. He peeled it quickly and placed the segments on the small table.
Elodie didn't move. "Feed me."
Richard squinted. "Elodie!"
"What?" Elodie immediately looked hurt under Richard's cold stare. "Is it that hard? Just feed me an orange."
Richard's patience was wearing thin, but he held back, picked up an orange segment, and fed it to Elodie.
At the airport, Miley walked out and spotted Zaire's tall figure from a distance.
She adjusted her sunglasses and walked towards him, but when Zaire reached out to take her suitcase, she deliberately brushed past him, her steps light and graceful.
Zaire's hand missed, and he turned to look at Miley's graceful figure, gritting his teeth in frustration.
Then, Zaire followed her.
Outside the airport, Miley stood by the roadside, trying to hail a cab.
As she reached out, she felt a sudden pressure on her waist and was swiftly lifted by Zaire's strong shoulder.
Zaire stuffed her into a car. When Miley tried to get out from the other side, Zaire grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
Zaire pinched her cheeks, squeezing hard. "How many days has it been, and you're pretending not to know me?"
Miley blinked under her sunglasses. "Mr. Jose, didn't we agree to go our separate ways? Did I misunderstand? Now you're grabbing my ankle and pinning me down, what's this about?"
Miley had makeup on, but it was very light. She usually liked to wear bright red lipstick, but today she only had a layer of lip balm, making her lips look full and glossy.
In just a few seconds, Zaire was already captivated by Miley. His eyes darkened, and he squeezed Miley's ankle harder, his voice husky. "What do you think? You want to cut ties with me? That's a bit difficult."
The car behind them started honking impatiently.
Zaire gently patted Miley's cheek, his tone like coaxing a child. "Stay put."
Then he got up and left the back seat.
Miley watched as Zaire closed the car door, walked to the back, and put her suitcase in. Then Zaire returned to the driver's seat and drove away from the airport quickly.
All the way, she suspected Zaire was treating the brake as the gas pedal and the gas pedal as an airplane throttle because he was speeding excessively.
They both didn't speak.
Several times, Miley glanced up, catching Zaire's eyes in the rearview mirror.
They locked eyes for a few seconds, but neither said a word. Then Zaire looked back at the road, and Miley turned to stare out the window.
Finally, the car came to a stop.
The door opened, and Zaire stood outside. "Get out."
Miley hesitated but then stepped out.
Seeing the grand building in front of her, Miley was stunned.
She thought it would be a hotel, but it turned out to be Zaire's castle, his most private place.
Miley had heard about this place for a long time, but it was her first time here.
Servants came out to greet them. Zaire told them to take the luggage inside and then turned to Miley. "Follow me."
Miley didn't know what Zaire wanted, but she followed him inside.
The castle was so huge that after walking down a few corridors, Miley was already a bit disoriented.
She followed Zaire all the way inside, and after climbing a few stairs, Zaire pushed open a door to one of the rooms.
Zaire went in first, and Miley followed.
The room was a bedroom, but much larger than usual. Decorated in dark tones like a fairy tale castle, it wasn't gloomy at all; every piece of decor was tasteful, exuding understated luxury.
Miley's gaze was first drawn to the large bed in the center. She chuckled and looked at Zaire. "Mr. Jose, going high-end?"
Zaire didn't respond to her comment. "You'll live here from now on."
Miley lowered her eyes. "What does it mean for me to live here?"
"It means you're my woman." Zaire walked over, took her hand, and said in a coaxing tone, "This time, don't leave."
Miley smiled. "Mr. Jose, have you decided to marry me?"
Zaire said, "I haven't decided."
Miley raised an eyebrow. "So you want to keep me, like before?"
Zaire shook his head. "It's different from before."
Miley was noncommittal. She couldn't see how it was different.
Zaire said, "Before, we only made love in hotels and villas. From now on, we'll only do it here."
Miley laughed. "Mr. Jose, you're so funny."
Miley's bright smile was something Zaire had longed for.
Was it Miley's beauty that made Zaire willing to spend money and offer his own body in the beginning?
Zaire thought he was somewhat addicted to Miley's body. Otherwise, he couldn't explain why he felt so uncomfortable without her in Lakina and couldn't find anyone else to satisfy his needs.
It wasn't that Zaire was particularly virtuous; he just found other women barely passable. When it came to the bedroom, he had no passion for them.
"This castle is worth a fortune. I'll give it to you if you stay." Zaire was eager to make love to Miley.
Miley dragged out the word. "Really?"
Zaire nodded. "Yes."
As he caught a whiff of Miley's scent, Zaire's pent-up desires became hard to contain.
He lowered his head, wanting to kiss Miley's lips.
Miley didn't stop him but asked just as Zaire was about to touch her lips, "Can I have a wedding here?"
Zaire was stunned, then he saw the playful yet serious look in her eyes.
Zaire was confused. "A wedding?"
Miley nodded, her tone calm. "I'm getting engaged next month. If Mr. Jose is free, would you honor us with your presence?"
Zaire froze. "That's not funny," he said.
Miley's phone rang.
She looked at it and said, "It's my fiancé calling."
With that, Miley answered and put it on speaker. "Hello."
A young male voice came from the other end. "Miley, have you arrived in Lakina?"
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