Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 334

Elspeth asked, “Then why do you have to interfere with what I’m doing? Surely, you’re clever enough to figure out what I’m doing here, no?” Her displeasure eased somewhat when she saw that the man did look apologetic, but it absolutely wasn’t unintentional that he had repeatedly interrupted her plans.

Callum’s reason was very simple. “I don’t want to see you alone with other men.”

“But I can protect myself!” Elspeth argued. Seeing how stubborn he was, she couldn’t help but shoot a glare at him. “And besides, it’s you who’s done a disservice to me now. I have yet to forgive you for that, so you can’t interfere with what I’m doing.” She wouldn’t forgive him easily. Although it wasn’t out of his own will that he had previously lost his memories of their relationship, he had undoubtedly hurt her feelings.

“Then what is it gonna take for you to forgive me?” Callum asked with great patience in an attempt to please her.

“You want me to forgive you? Not on your life!”

Suddenly, Elspeth shoved him away and made a run for the door. The next second, however, she was rooted to the spot, startled by the sudden chill she felt on her skin. She looked down at her naked body; her bath towel had dropped to the floor during her struggle just now. Seeing how Callum was eyeballing her, she screamed in a panic, “Aaah!”

Callum couldn’t help but turn red despite knowing the situation. He turned around with his back to her in a token gesture, but the scene that had sent the blood pulsing through his veins just now was still lingering in his mind. Hm… My fiancée’s got a nice figure. “You can cry out if you want. The room’s got pretty good soundproofing.”

Such teasing remarks ignited Elspeth’s fury at once. “It’s all your fault! I wouldn’t have been so out of luck if it weren’t for you!” Seeing no clothes around her, she had no choice but to roll into bed and wrap the quilt tightly around herself. Burrowing under the covers with round, glowering eyes, she looked no less intimidating than the man despite her lower position. “Get me something to wear now!” Her clothes were soaked through and no longer wearable.

Callum gave a soft cough. “It’s okay. My assistant will bring the clothes here in a moment.”

Only then did Elspeth drop the matter; she stayed under the covers as neither she nor Callum would budge.

Speaking of the devil, there came a sudden rat-a-tat on the door.

As she didn’t have any clothes on, Elspeth burrowed under the covers without moving.

Hearing the familiar knock on the door, Callum knew that his assistant had arrived, so he strode over and answered it.

The assistant was standing at the door, carrying a bag of clothes with a curious expression. I just heard everything inside, and God, what a loud noise they were making. Mr. Winthrop and his wife-to-be are perhaps having a passionate exchange there. Since they’re alone in the room, they’ve got to be burning with desire, unable to tear themselves away from each other…

He was still picturing it in his mind when Callum’s frosty voice rang above his head. “Give me the clothes. You may leave now.”

The assistant dutifully handed over the clothes, but his eyes darted awkwardly toward the inside of the room.

Seeing his micro expressions, Callum turned slightly sideways to block his view. As a result, he didn’t see anything suggestive. All he could vaguely see were the disheveled sheets at the end of the bed, but this was plenty exhilarating for him.

However, Callum couldn’t stand another man’s gaze lingering on Elspeth, even if it was merely out of curiosity. “What are you looking at? Keep looking and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

Knowing that the man was anxious to protect his fiancée, the assistant replied with a chuckle, “Keep it up, Mr. Winthrop!” With that, he immediately took to his heels.