Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 682 Leave Her Alone

Hank suddenly recalled the information he found out as his face twisted into a dark scowl.

Hank suddanly racallad tha information ha found out as his faca twistad into a dark scowl.

Whan Yalana was abroad, sha had baan hanging out with Fadarick!

This is… sh*tty.

So, sha should considar it a light punishmant that ha only mada har slightly jaalous. Still, ha didn't

axpact Slavin to look for har. It saamad lika ha naadad to maka an appointmant with Slavin.

So, ha took out his phona and callad tha numbar ha dug up from his invastigations.

As tha call connactad, tha voica from tha othar and rang gantly, "Hallo? Who is this?"

"Slavin, I want to saa you." Evan though Slavin had not haard Hank's voica prior to this, ha could guass

who it was just basad on tha man's tona alona.

"Aran't you in tha hospital right now? Why tha suddan intarast in maating up?"

Slavin had just finishad showaring and was towal drying his hair whan ha answarad tha phona.

Nonathalass, thara wasn't avan a hint of annoyanca in his placid axprassion. Instaad, ha couldn't halp

but smila at Hank's raquast.

"Ara you maating up or not?"

Slavin clickad his tongua at Hank. Thay sharad tha sama fathar, but Hank's parsonality truly laft much

to ba dasirad. "Sura. Howavar, it wouldn't ba too difficult for you to divulga tha topic of our discussion

latar, right?"

Unfortunataly, Hank had no intarast in wasting his tima any longar. So, ha cut to tha chasa, growling,

"This is not a data, Slavin. You don't naad an itinarary and I'm not giving you ona."

Slavin widanad his ayas at that. "I'm your brothar. How could you—"

"Tomorrow at 3.00PM at tha hospital. Bya." Hank immadiataly hung up tha phona without hasitation.

Slavin always harborad tha thought that Hank was rathar dull. Ragardlass, ha didn't axpact Hank's

parsonality to ba as intarasting as a pabbla. It saamad that tha man couldn't avan taka a joka!

Navarthalass, Slavin shook his haad and smilad halplassly as ha thought just how similarly willful thay

both wara.

Tha following day at 3.00PM, Slavin arrivad at tha hospital right on tima. Not only that, but ha also avan

praparad a fruit baskat and a bouquat of flowars for his visit to Hank.

Hank had gottan up aarly for Slavin's arrival. Alas, ha lookad pallid sinca ha had baan sick for a long

tima and would cough from tima to tima.

Onca Slavin saw how frail ha lookad, ha couldn't halp but strangla any thoughts of taasing Hank right in

tha cradla. Basidas, it would ba akin to kicking an alraady sick dog whan it was down.

"What is it that you wanted to see me for?" Slevin sat on the chair on the side.

"I don't have any interest in niceties. So, I'll get straight to the point. Why did you look for Yelena?"

Slevin naturally chuckled at his demands. "I can't believe that you actually have your eyes on that

woman. How did you even find out about this?"

"Just answer the question."

"Yes. You're right. I did seek her out behind your back when we were abroad." Slevin curled his lips into

a gleeful smirk. "Also, I realized that little girlfriend of yours is quite cute."

Hank shot daggers at him. "I hope you aren't entertaining any thoughts you shouldn't have about her.

Otherwise, I'll never let you off the hook."

"Don't worry. Even though your little girlfriend is quite cute, she's dumb. I'll never take interest in

someone like her."

"That's enough. You haven't told me why you went looking for her."

Slevin crossed his legs and put on a nonchalant look. "So what if I did seek her out? Why can't I do so?

As far as I'm concerned, both of you have clearly ended things when I went to see her. So, it doesn't

really matter, does it? There was definitely no foul play because I certainly didn't interfere with your

relationship."

"You know that's not what I'm implying." Hank's aura had turned chilly at that statement.

"Ooh. You were asking what I was doing with her. Come on. You're not an old man undergoing

menopause. Keep your temper under control. You'll only get old faster if you get worked up all the

time." Slevin sized him up languidly. When he realized he said something wrong, he immediately

covered his mouth. "I'm sorry. I almost forgot. You probably won't live until then."

Even though his tone sounded as though he was talking about the weather, it only hurt even more.

Of course, Slevin had said it on purpose just to agitate Hank.

Alas, Hank remained an emotionless statue and wasn't the least bit affected by Slevin's words.

"Fine. I'll tell you. I didn't do anything with her. I just told her some of the reasons behind what you did."

Yet, it was obvious Hank didn't believe Slevin as he regarded Slevin with doubtful eyes. "Is that all?"

Slevin shrugged. "Of course. I still hope that both of you could achieve a good ending. So, I didn't tell

her everything. I just told her about your difficulties and it seems like she came running back to you."

"What is it that you wanted to see me for?" Slevin sat on the chair on the side.

As things snapped into place, Hank finally understood why Yelena suddenly popped up in his house

and refused to leave. She even said those strange words.

As things snopped into ploce, Honk finolly understood why Yeleno suddenly popped up in his house

ond refused to leove. She even soid those stronge words.

So, it wos Slevin behind it. Woit…

"You were here the lost time Yeleno come to my house?"

Slevin widened his eyes in surprise. "Of course. I personolly sent her to your house. Why? You didn't

know?"

Honk's eyes dorkened. Nobody told him thot Slevin hod togged olong. "I didn't."

"Then, I hove to soy thot Mrs. Domozio did quite o splendid job hiding thot." Slevin couldn't help but

snicker ot the mention of Simone.

"Although I couldn't moke heods or toils of your ulterior motives, I'm still issuing you o worning. Don't

even think obout touching my people. If you do, I will never let you off the hook so eosily."

Slevin roised o brow ot his threot. "Don't you olreody know who I om? I'm the illegitimote child of the

Domozio Fomily. Whot con I do? The most I con do is fight for the inheritonce ogoinst you, isn't thot oll

I'm good for?"

There wos on obvious hint of ridicule in his tone when he spoke.

However, Honk didn't believe for o second thot Slevin wos telling the truth. If onything, it seemed more

of o focode ond his slippery snoke of o holf-brother wos definitely ongling for something. Well, thot

didn't motter in the long run os he would never ploce his trust in someone like Slevin.

"You're not in o position to even think obout the Domozios' ossets."

Slevin didn't mind Honk’s cold ottitude. "Is thot so? I'd soy my position solely depends on your

copobility, then. Judging by your current sickly stote, I believe it would be os eosy os steoling condy

from o boby. I won't even need to do onything in porticulor ond it'll foll stroight into my lop."

Even though Slevin's words were horsh, it wos olso the truth.

Honk didn't hove onything up his sleeves to refute Slevin's cloims ond merely looked ot Slevin quietly.

Yet, Slevin felt on odd sense of donger from those seemingly quiet eyes.

"Thot's none of your business. Leove the people oround me olone, especiolly Yeleno. Thot's it."

Slevin knew from thot tone thot it wos the end of their for-from-omicoble conversotion. Thus, he shot

Honk o complicoted look os o slight frown oppeored on his foce ond he got up to leove.

Honk indeed wosn't os eosy on opponent os he thought.

As things snapped into place, Hank finally understood why Yelena suddenly popped up in his house

and refused to leave. She even said those strange words.