Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 197

Elspeth knew that Theodore’s response was enough to speak for itself. At the moment, he didn’t want her to go out with Callum at all, but no one told her the reason for that; it was as if she had been sentenced to death without rhyme or reason. “I’m full, so I’m going to bed first,” she said impassively before getting up and retiring to her bedroom.

Max looked at Elspeth’s plate and noticed that she had barely touched her food. Why would she say she’s full when she has barely eaten? “Miss Elspeth, what’s going on?”

Edmund shot him a glare. “Keep quiet while others are talking, you brat.” He saw through the situation better than anyone else. Although he was unaware of the problem between them, he could tell from Theodore’s response that Elspeth had almost been disqualified from becoming Callum’s fiancée. It was just that this was outside his jurisdiction, so he didn’t want to intervene.

After returning to her bedroom, Elspeth sat on her bed in a trance. She put on her thinking cap, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out the reason why she was suddenly treated like this. Unable to wrap her head around it, she decided to call Harper instead.

“What’s the matter, Elspeth? You sound listless over the phone.”

Hearing the noise on his end of the line, Elspeth raised an eyebrow, asking, “Are you drinking at the bar again?”

“Yeah, I’m at our usual place, waiting for you at Luna Bar.”

At first, Elspeth had wanted to wash up and go to sleep, but she was suddenly unable to sleep after hearing Harper’s invitation. As a result, she went downstairs and drove to Luna Bar.

The bar was rowdy and crowded with people who were drinking and seeking pleasure. Making her way ahead to their usual booth, she saw Harper sitting there drinking alone. She opened a bottle herself and finished it in one go, asking, “What’s the matter? You look even more depressed than me.”

Harper snorted with laughter. “I’m not depressed. By the way, what’s the matter with you? Does Callum allow you to come out for a drink at such a late hour?”

Upon hearing Callum’s name, Elspeth gulped down another mouthful of wine. “Don’t mention him.”

“What happened? You two quarreled or something?”

Elspeth shook her head. “No, we’re not quarreling. We’re on the verge of breaking up.”

Harper’s face twisted into a dramatic expression. “Breaking up? What kind of unsolvable problem are you two coming across to the point where you two are breaking up?”

“I don’t know.”

Suddenly recalling what he had seen and heard, Harper couldn’t help but ask, “Is it because of that lady named Emma Walker? I saw her on the news. Is it true that she was Callum’s first love?”

Elspeth made a half-hearted attempt at a smile. “She wasn’t, I guess.” She trusted Callum; she was willing to trust him even if he was holding hands with Emma.

Harper rolled his eyes. “You don’t understand men at all. Men could never forget about the first women they were in love with.”

“Oh, really?” Elspeth suddenly became interested in the topic. Seeing him talk about the subject with ease, she couldn’t help but laugh, asking, “So you mean you can’t forget about your first love, too?”

“Yes, of course—”

Suddenly, a hostess was shoved to the ground from the adjacent booth.

The man who shoved her to the ground swore, “What the hell are you doing here, working at a bar without letting people touch you? You think you’re still a f*cking virgin or something? Who the f*ck do you think you are?”

The young lady burst into tears, looking particularly disheveled as her maid costume was creased all over.