Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 538 You’re The Most Precious

"Does that mean you have a health issue?"

Callum subconsciously wanted to check on Elspeth, but she grasped his hands. "I'm fine. I'm just not fit

to have a baby, but I have to ask my mentor to find out what the actual problem is."

"You must let me know if there's anything you need from me."

Callum's tense emotions were instantly calmed. Holding his head, he suddenly let out a muffled grunt.

"What's wrong?" Elspeth checked on him worriedly.

"I drank too much." A sheepish grin appeared on the corners of his lips as he replied to her.

Looking at the scattered bottles of alcohol on the floor, she took a sharp breath. "You should cut down

on alcohol."

"I know." Callum hooked his arms around her waist and rubbed his face in her neck. "Let's go to bed,"

he urged in a tender voice.

"I… just want to hug you to sleep right now."

"Sure."

With that, the two entered the room.

Lying in the bed, Callum back-hugged Elspeth and felt the coolness of her body temperature. He

suddenly felt bad for her. "Why are you so cold?"

"I've always been like this."

The truth was, she wasn't. Perhaps after the abortion, she became relatively weaker, so there wasn't a

hint of warmth in her body.

She thought it was no big deal, but Callum couldn't help pulling her hands in his embrace while rubbing

them gently. "Let me warm you up."

"You must really want a child."

His reaction this afternoon showed her that he really wanted a child with her. That was why he lost

control of his emotions and said hurtful things to her when she was going to have an abortion.

Even though she was upset, she hadn't lost her right mind yet.

"Of course, but I don't want you to hurt yourself by giving birth. You will always be the utmost important

and precious person to me."

Callum's voice was subdued. It was as if he was still guilty about his reaction in the afternoon. "I

promise to figure out the situation first in the future to prevent something like this from happening

again."

"Okay. I know you will."

Elspeth gently caressed his face and snuggled into his embrace to find a comfortable spot.

"We will have our own child someday."

She raised her head and planted a kiss on his stubble-covered chin.

A flicker of light flashed in Callum's eyes as he tightened his arms to hold her closer to him.

…

In another house, Gilbert woke up early. He smiled while watching the figure pacing up and down the

kitchen.

Then, he strolled into the kitchen, saw the table of dishes, and clicked his tongue. "I can't believe you

didn't improve the slightest in cooking even after two weeks."

"What do you mean? I think I can cook pretty well now."

Seeing the look of disdain on his face, Isabel stomped her feet. "I know you like the dishes I make,

Gilbert Payne!"

"I never said that. You're the one who thinks too highly of yourself."

Gilbert stuck his tongue out at her.

All of a sudden, he laughed out loud. "You're gotten pretty bold huh? You've got the guts to raise your

voice at me now."

"What's wrong with that? You started teasing me first." Isabel served the other dishes on the table and

arranged the cutlery. "Whatever. You've been eating what I've cooked for the past two weeks, anyway.

You have to eat them even if you claim they taste bad!"

That's all I can offer. You make the choice!

Isabel took off the apron and pulled the chair out to take a seat. After shoving a mouthful of food into

her mouth, she frowned.

She seemed to have added too much salt to the braised beef ribs. It was too salty!

Noticing the change on her face, Gilbert sat down and took a piece of rib.

He was able to take salty food, but he didn't expect that the ribs could taste this weird. "Your beef ribs

—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the glum look on Isabel's face and changed his mind. "It's

okay. I wasn't trying to say anything. There's always a next time. It's not that bad."

As she propped her chin on her hands, her gaze flickered.

In fact, she knew that the food she cooked was edible, but she just wanted to show off in front of Gilbert

by making some dishes that she never cooked before. Unfortunately, her plan backfired, and she just

couldn't get the gist of the braised beef ribs.

"Otherwise, you can also cook something else." Gilbert gave her a suggestion with good intentions but

was interrupted. "No. I'm going to succeed one day."

Just like her feelings for him, she believed that she would be able to make him waver one day.

"Why do you have to go through the trouble, Isabel?"

He knew the meaning behind her words, but he couldn't bear to watch her being stubborn because

there was no way he would fall for her.

No matter how hard she tried, it would be pointless.

With a dim gaze, Isabel insisted, "You never even tried to date me. How could you tell I'm not the one

for you?"

"Do I have to? I don't like you, to begin with. No matter what you do, I'm not going to fall for you.

Besides, don't you know that I like—"

Elspeth's name was still stuck in his mouth.

She was now a married woman, so no matter how much he admired her, it would seem as if he had

ideas about someone else's wife, hence he couldn't say them out loud.

Isabel, on the other hand, already expected that he would use this against her. In fact, he had been

using the same excuse to reject her for the past two weeks.

To be frank, Isabel was starting to get bored of the excuse.

"I know you like Elsie, but do you plan to keep your feelings for her for the rest of your life?"

Isabel wouldn't give up. She stood up and leaned toward him. "Aren't you worried that your feelings for

her will cause her discomfort? She doesn't need you to like her at all."

The first sentence she blurted was to hurt him, but the second sentence was an outright humiliation.

Gilbert's expression changed in response. The aura he emitted immediately turned cold. "I know that.

You don't have to emphasize it."

"I wasn't trying to emphasize it!"

Isabel reached out and cupped his face while enunciating in a clear voice, "You have the choice to let

go of her and meet new people and try new things. I am confident that I like you more than she does."

Gilbert snickered, and that itself made her lose all the courage she had just built up. Even her fingers

started trembling.

"Go on."

Gilbert tilted his head at her, but there was nothing in his eyes, not even the slightest trace of affection.

It was merely filled with contempt as he looked at her like she was a joke.

"I-I have nothing else to say."

Isabel let go of him after saying that, but the lingering warmth in her palms made her lose her mind a

little.

"I'll do the dishes!"

She cleaned up the table in a panicky manner and ended up accidentally smashing a bowl to the

ground.