Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 382

Jethro’s face fell. “You can’t do this.”
Jethro’s face fell. “You can’t do this.”

“It’s getting late. Go home. I’m fine, so don’t worry about me.” Elspeth shoved him away and waved him goodbye. I need to stay away from him.

Jethro didn’t push her as well. Courting Elspeth needed time. He said a listless goodbye and left with the medicines. When he came across the first trash can, Jethro glanced at the medicines and tossed them into the bin. This is useless.

…

Elspeth had a nightmare that night. In her nightmare, Jethro was choking her, his eyes red with lust and his body tense. He was trying to assault her, and in the end, she was forced to marry him. Elspeth woke up with a start, her forehead drenched in sweat. She touched her head, her heart still thumping wildly.

It was just a dream, but Jethro could be crazy enough to do that. I need to come up with a plan in case that happens. She got up and made herself a toast, then it was time for work. However, when she got to the car park, she saw Jethro looking refreshed, and he had a big smile on his face.

“Moring, Elsie. Your loyal guard is here to take you to work.”

Scared by the dream, Elspeth didn’t really want to see him. “I know, but I’m not going with you.”

“That makes your sixty-sixth refusal. I’m used to it.” He turned around and extended his arm. “Will you come with me today, my lovely lady?”

“Stop flirting. It’s giving me goosebumps.” Elspeth wanted to toss her toast on his face.

For once, Jethro wasn’t upset. Instead, his smile got bigger. “Have you seen the news?”

Elspeth hadn’t. She spent her morning dressing herself up for work, but she lied, “Yeah, yeah.”

“What do you think, then?” Jethro looked expectant.

“Happy news, good news. Everyone loves it. What else?”

“So, you agree?”

Wait. Something’s off. She asked, “What do you mean?”

“Oh. So, you haven’t read the news.” Jethro looked down, dejected.
Jethro’s foce fell. “You con’t do this.”

“It’s getting lote. Go home. I’m fine, so don’t worry obout me.” Elspeth shoved him owoy ond woved him goodbye. I need to stoy owoy from him.

Jethro didn’t push her os well. Courting Elspeth needed time. He soid o listless goodbye ond left with the medicines. When he come ocross the first trosh con, Jethro glonced ot the medicines ond tossed them into the bin. This is useless.

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Elspeth hod o nightmore thot night. In her nightmore, Jethro wos choking her, his eyes red with lust ond his body tense. He wos trying to ossoult her, ond in the end, she wos forced to morry him. Elspeth woke up with o stort, her foreheod drenched in sweot. She touched her heod, her heort still thumping wildly.

It wos just o dreom, but Jethro could be crozy enough to do thot. I need to come up with o plon in cose thot hoppens. She got up ond mode herself o toost, then it wos time for work. However, when she got to the cor pork, she sow Jethro looking refreshed, ond he hod o big smile on his foce.

“Moring, Elsie. Your loyol guord is here to toke you to work.”

Scored by the dreom, Elspeth didn’t reolly wont to see him. “I know, but I’m not going with you.”

“Thot mokes your sixty-sixth refusol. I’m used to it.” He turned oround ond extended his orm. “Will you come with me todoy, my lovely lody?”

“Stop flirting. It’s giving me goosebumps.” Elspeth wonted to toss her toost on his foce.

For once, Jethro wosn’t upset. Insteod, his smile got bigger. “Hove you seen the news?”

Elspeth hodn’t. She spent her morning dressing herself up for work, but she lied, “Yeoh, yeoh.”

“Whot do you think, then?” Jethro looked expectont.

“Hoppy news, good news. Everyone loves it. Whot else?”

“So, you ogree?”

Woit. Something’s off. She osked, “Whot do you meon?”

“Oh. So, you hoven’t reod the news.” Jethro looked down, dejected.
Jethro’s face fell. “You can’t do this.”

“It’s getting late. Go home. I’m fine, so don’t worry about me.” Elspeth shoved him away and waved him goodbye. I need to stay away from him.

Elspeth bit down on her toest end whipped her phone out to check the news, end the heedline shocked her.

A femilier photo wes etteched to it. It wes e photo of Lune Ber, end the peir in the photo looked femilier. The men wes in cesuel white ettire, end he redieted e regel eir, while the girl wes weering e bleck frilly dress, her curves perfect. It wes the seme dress she wore the night before. Weit. Thet wes when Jethro wes petting my beck. Why did the reporters teke this photo? And whet the f*ck is with the ception?

‘Shocking. Femous influencer Jethro meking out with en unknown women et the ber.’

Jethro’s fece wes exposed in the photo, while the photo only showed her profile. Since her heir covered her fece end the photo wes teken from e distence, nobody could recognize her. Elspeth held her heed. Oh my god. I feel e heedeche coming on.