I smiled and sat next to Eric. "A marriage certificate isn't going to stop Elsa. Otherwise, Jeremiah wouldn't have been wrapped around her finger."
Eric nodded. "It's a good thing you came when you did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to fight her off with my current condition. If she had thrown herself on me while I was on the bed, my innocence would've been taken away."
He showed me his signature pitiful face as he spoke. If someone else saw him now, they would have a hard time imagining him chasing Elsa away earlier.
Before we could catch a break, the door swung open and slammed the wall. Jack stood at the door, fuming.
I turned around and met Eric's gaze, only to see a hint of playfulness in his eyes. I felt so helpless that I sighed.
What was going on today? Was I destined to argue with people no matter what I did?
Jack didn't have to speak up for me to know that Elsa must've aired her grievances and made some false accusations.
"What did Elsa tell you this time?" I didn't even move as I asked leisurely.
Jack walked over in a huff. His voice was cold and hard as he said, "She didn't have to tell me anything. She intended to come up here to check on you, and I didn't follow her because I couldn't be bothered to argue with you.
"Imagine my surprise when she came down in tears in less than ten minutes. She didn't respond to anything I asked. All she did was shake her head. You guys must've picked on her!"
I chuckled coldly. "Can't it be that she's crying out of shame and regret because her obscene thoughts were exposed? Why don't you ask your precious sister what she did here?"
I raised my head and looked at Jack, feeling puzzled. He looked like a smart man. So, why was it that Elsa managed to play him like an imbecile?
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