Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 414 Discovers the Wedding Invitation by Chance

There was a car with its engine started next to Elspeth's. Drenched, she approached the vehicle.

"Excuse me, could you—"

Halfway through her words, she raised her head to meet those deep eyes, which put her into a trance.

Due to the rain, she appeared forlorn because of her soaked clothes and messy hair.

To face Callum in such a state was a humiliation to her.

She swallowed every word that reached the tip of her tongue, but he did not mind as he prodded, "Yes?

What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I got the wrong person." She wheeled around, heading back to her car. Today's not my day.

Why is he here? He will never give me a lift for sure. Instead of humiliating myself in the rain, I better

wait for the rain to stop in my car.

Watching the drizzle pour into torrential rain, she became anxious. Just when will it stop?

While her mind was stuffed with jumbled thoughts, she could hear footsteps pattering through the water

puddles.

Knock, knock.

Someone tapped on her car window. She wound down the window to see Callum standing in the rain

with a black umbrella as his indifferent eyes looked into hers. She could not discern his face clearly

because of the heavy rain, but his voice rang into her ears loud and clear. "Why didn't you bring an

umbrella with you?"

She smiled wryly. "Are you here to nag me?"

His hand tightened around the handle for a moment when he heard that. "Now's not the time for a

joke."

He was the same old indecipherable Callum today, yet she somehow felt a smidgen of concern from

his tone. I must be outta my mind to think that he's worried about me.

"Did you come all the way here just to make fun of me for not bringing an umbrella?" Elspeth put on a

wary face, for it was possible for him to pull such a thing.

"Am I that bad?" he questioned softly.

Don't you know how much of a b*stard you are? a smiling Elspeth cursed inwardly. She would never

say that aloud because it seemed like he was going to give her a ride.

"No. Of course, not. You appear right in front of me as a savior will. So, Mr. Savior, could you please

give me a ride?" she requested sarcastically.

"Is this how you ask a favor from someone?" He was unwavering.

"Forget it. I know you won't give me a lift anyways." A deflated Elspeth reclined in the driver seat with

pouty lips like an irritated kitty.

"Yup. I'm here to give you an umbrella so that you can at least walk back home." He played along.

I knew it! He is not a gentleman!

"You should go now, Mr. Winthrop. Look how heavy the rain is. Even if I return home by foot, I'm going

to get drenched anyway." She was going to wind up the window.

"Come to my car."

She immediately broke into a smile. "Okay. Give me a moment."

Her hands were quick. Hugging the important documents, she sprinted to his car, so fast that it

surprised Callum.

"You should pay for the maintenance fee. The seat is all wet, thanks to you." He wanted money from

her brazenly.

The corner of her lips twitched. "It's not that wet, though."

He barely changed her impression of himself to a better one, yet his gentle side vanished so quickly.

He is truly a snake.

"I believe we should be particular about it."

Elspeth somehow believed there was another meaning behind those words, for he kept staring at her

with an ambiguous gaze as if he was going to take every matter between them into account.

Noticing the strange atmosphere, she hurriedly changed the topic. "By the way, why are you here?"

He began driving the car. "I have some business to do here."

The awkwardness was still evident, so she continued teasing. "Mr. Winthrop always happens to be

there when I'm in trouble. Considering how many times we bumped into each other by chance, I

would've thought you were actually protecting me if I didn't know you hate me."

Elspeth almost bit her tongue out of cringing the second she uttered those words. What the hell am I

talking about? He's all quiet. Great. This is getting awkward. I shouldn't have said that.

A while later, Callum piped up, "Maybe."

Maybe? What maybe?

She could not follow him and kept looking at the rain pattering against the window to shift her attention.

She thought minimizing her presence would be able to mitigate the tension in the air. Maybe? Does he

mean he has been following me?

Elspeth did not know what to feel about that assumption. After contemplating, she spoke to him

seriously, "Mr. Winthrop, I know we have gone out before, and we haven't settled things out yet. I

might've hurt your pure soul, but stalking is wrong. Don't you think that's overboard? You're making me

feel unsettled. I feel like you're invading my privacy—"

In reality, Callum blurted that without thinking, assuming it would give her some hints. She did mistake

it as something else, but it was not the kind of misunderstanding he hoped for. "Elspeth." The veins on

his temples protruded as his voice escaped his gritted teeth. "I'm not a pervert."

His anger lent her more reason to believe her hunch. "Don't be angry. We're in the middle of nowhere.

I'm worried you're gonna kill me or something."

Helplessness sapped him of energy as his grasp on the steering wheel tightened before he took a deep

breath. He would have a heart attack if the conversation escalated in that direction any further. "I'll

throw you out of the car if you have any wild guesses again."

Elspeth behaved upon hearing that, but her mind could not stop turning. So… Is he genuinely worried

about me? But he's going out with Jasmine. Why would he care for me?

Suddenly, her left foot kicked onto something, which felt like a button. A little drawer popped out before

her seat to reveal a stack of white cards. Are those… wedding invitations?