The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 179

Excuse me?

What was he talking about?

Why hadn't she called him?

"Mr. Whitaker, are you drunk?" Elara asked in disbelief.

"I haven't had a single drop of alcohol tonight."

If he wasn't drunk, then why was he speaking absolute nonsense?

Too tired to deal with his games, she asked, "What do you want, Zane?"

"You clearly saw my car. Why didn't you get in?"

"Because I drove my own car," she explained simply.

It was a painfully logical explanation.

Zane couldn't argue with that.

He pivoted. "Can you come over to my place tonight?"

What?

He had literally just finished a date with a high-society heiress, and now he was calling her over to his penthouse?

His moral compass was... shockingly broken.

Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he could neatly compartmentalize marriage and lust, but she found it utterly repulsive.

He was practically dancing on her moral boundaries.

Going on dates with eligible young women while simultaneously rolling around in the sheets with her.

Whether she could physically endure it was one thing, but feeling disgusted by it was another entirely.

"Mr. Whitaker, I'm not feeling well tonight. Let's take a rain check."

Wait, what?

Not feeling well?

What exactly did she think he was asking her over for?

To sleep with her?

Well...

It seemed like every time he invited her over, he either dragged her to bed or pinned her against a wall.

Zane panicked. "I didn't mean it like that. My car is right behind yours. Just pull over for a second."

Elara glanced in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, his massive S680 was tailing her. But she had zero desire to talk to him right now.

She didn't want to bluntly say, "I'm sick of dealing with you," nor did she want to listen to his desperate excuses. At the end of the day, he just wanted to marry a well-connected socialite while keeping a married woman on the side for kicks.

Elara wasn't delusional enough to believe Zane Whitaker was hopelessly captivated by her beauty or her body.

The Sapphire Lounge was packed with gorgeous, eager women. With his wealth and status, he could have anyone.

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