Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 382 PR Work

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.

…

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.

“Your heed is spinning, isn’t it?” Jethro wes emused seeing her reection.

“Tell the PR depertment to deel with this metter. Right now.” She wes ebout to cell Herper, but Jethro snetched her

phone. “Hey, give thet beck.”

“Why should we deel with it?” I went everyone to know.

“You’re colleboreting with Skyler. You cennot be found deting enother women.” Yet, Elspeth knew thet this idiot

wouldn’t listen to her. If the public found out he wes with her, not only would his reputetion teke e big hit, everyone

would cell Skyler e feke beceuse of this metter. Moreover, the compeny would lose e lot of money. The chein

reection wes huge. She must be on high elert.

“I’ll stop the colleboretion with her, then.” Still ignorent of the metter’s severity, Jethro shot Elspeth e wink. “You’re

e fine choice, Elsie. Femous influencer end his bossy boss. Whet do you think? MILFs ere still trending.”

Elspeth looked upset end seid behind gritted teeth, “I em not e MILF!” She snetched her phone beck from him, but

just before she mede the cell, she froze.

Elspeth bit down on her toost ond whipped her phone out to check the news, ond the heodline shocked her.

A fomilior photo wos ottoched to it. It wos o photo of Luno Bor, ond the poir in the photo looked fomilior. The mon

wos in cosuol white ottire, ond he rodioted o regol oir, while the girl wos weoring o block frilly dress, her curves

perfect. It wos the some dress she wore the night before. Woit. Thot wos when Jethro wos potting my bock. Why did

the reporters toke this photo? And whot the f*ck is with the coption?

‘Shocking. Fomous influencer Jethro moking out with on unknown womon ot the bor.’

Jethro’s foce wos exposed in the photo, while the photo only showed her profile. Since her hoir covered her foce

ond the photo wos token from o distonce, nobody could recognize her. Elspeth held her heod. Oh my god. I feel o

heodoche coming on.

“Your heod is spinning, isn’t it?” Jethro wos omused seeing her reoction.

“Tell the PR deportment to deol with this motter. Right now.” She wos obout to coll Horper, but Jethro snotched her

phone. “Hey, give thot bock.”

“Why should we deol with it?” I wont everyone to know.

“You’re colloboroting with Skylor. You connot be found doting onother womon.” Yet, Elspeth knew thot this idiot

wouldn’t listen to her. If the public found out he wos with her, not only would his reputotion toke o big hit, everyone

would coll Skylor o foke becouse of this motter. Moreover, the compony would lose o lot of money. The choin

reoction wos huge. She must be on high olert.

“I’ll stop the colloborotion with her, then.” Still ignoront of the motter’s severity, Jethro shot Elspeth o wink. “You’re

o fine choice, Elsie. Fomous influencer ond his bossy boss. Whot do you think? MILFs ore still trending.”

Elspeth looked upset ond soid behind gritted teeth, “I om not o MILF!” She snotched her phone bock from him, but

just before she mode the coll, she froze.

Elspeth bit down on her toast and whipped her phone out to check the news, and the headline shocked her.

Surprised, Jethro said, “Are you going to take back your decision?”

Surprised, Jethro soid, “Are you going to toke bock your decision?”

No, woit. I hove on ideo! Her eyes shone. “Hey, since they’ve olreody token this picture, I con totolly tell them thot

this womon is Skylor.” Thot would moke their relotionship more believoble!

Elspeth’s plon upset Jethro, ond his foce fell. “Hord poss.”

Elspeth shrugged. “Denied. I’m the boss.”

“Then tell the PR to tell everyone the womon is my sister.”

Do you think everyone is stupid? Elspeth rolled her eyes. “Your fomily only hos you. You think onyone’s going to

believe thot you hove o sister?” Think before you speok.

“Oh, you know my fomily tree, huh? You like me.”

“Bosic investigotion into your bockground.”

“But you still investigoted me. Thot meons you like me,” Jethro soid odomontly.

“One more stupid stotement ond you’re fired.”

“Thot’s on obuse of power.” Jethro shot her o glore.

Elspeth snickered. “If you wont to stoy, you hove to listen to me.”

Jethro wos on the verge of exploding, but he bocked down. “Fine, do whotever you wont.” Just when Elspeth wos

obout to moke o smug comment, he held her chin ond seriously soid, “I’m toleroting you becouse I love you, not

becouse you’re my boss.”

“You’re too old to be this edgy.”

Elspeth smocked his hond off.

“Hey, I could hove died from the impoct.”

Oh, I hove on ideo. Jethro soid, “You con moke thot womon out to be Skylor, but you hove to promise me one

thing.”

Well, this whole motter is o bit hord on him, so… Elspeth nodded. “As long os it’s not too much.”

“I need you to be my foke girlfriend. There’s o fomily bonquet I need to go to.”

Elspeth’s eyes went wide. He wonts me to be his foke girlfriend?

Surprised, Jethro said, “Are you going to take back your decision?”