CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: I WON’T BE THE OTHER WOMAN

Annelise raised her hand to tightly grasp his wrist, looking up, "You already have a girlfriend."

"Having another woman outside is quite normal."

"But... I’m now Ms. Warner’s goddaughter... We can’t!"

He was such a temptation right in front of her; one careless step could lead to complete ruin.

Elias Warner’s voice was frighteningly cold, "If you’re unwilling, you’ll lose even more! You wouldn’t want to see Chase Perry have nothing, would you?"

Annelise froze, her heart’s blood quickly turned cold.

She never thought he would use Chase Perry to threaten her.

But she had witnessed his methods; in Breslin, he could beat Chase Perry half to death within minutes!

Seeing her finally silent, it seemed she once again compromised for Chase Perry.

Elias felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, suddenly losing interest.

Elias Warner, with his pride, would never willingly force her at this moment.

Finally willing to push her away, "If you’re unwilling, then get out!"

The next second, not giving her any chance to react, he directly chased her out of the bathroom!

Annelise knew he was angry.

She wanted to compromise, wanted to agree to his terms, but he simply didn’t give her a chance anymore.

The bathroom door closed again.

Elias Warner turned the shower back on, letting himself stand under the water flow.

Annelise was drenched, barely able to stand on her feet.

She leaned against the wall by the bathroom door in disarray, taking a long time to suppress the stirring and regret in her heart.

All she could hear was the sound of rushing water.

Annelise felt intensely uncomfortable inside, the wound on her leg stung from the water, it hurt so much it brought tears to her eyes.

She forced herself not to look, not to listen, and walked to the wardrobe to find a new outfit for herself.

Thinking of the photo of Luna on the desk.

Annelise’s heart skipped a beat, she hurried over to collect the photo.

She sighed in relief only after checking everything.

Her hair was wet.

She sat on a nearby single sofa to blow dry her hair.

Her mind was chaotic, sometimes picturing the scene where they nearly lost control inside, sometimes Luna lying on the hospital bed, sometimes his fiancée and Renee Perry.

She thought so much that she didn’t even notice when the bathroom door opened.

When Elias Warner walked out wrapped in a towel, this was the scene he saw.

She wore conservative long-sleeved pajamas, her back to him.

Even in this simplest pose, drying her hair, it gave rise to a seductive stance.

Her black hair wrapped around her fair neck, thin shoulders, and a slender waist.

Five years ago, she was as green and pure as a budding flower.

Five years later, she had gained a woman’s sensuality and charm, making one want to pick and destroy.

The emotions Elias had just suppressed easily began to stir again.

He moved his brows in frustration, pressed his lips, and asked, "Where are my clothes?!"

Annelise was startled, turning to see Elias Warner standing at the door.

He was just standing there wrapped in a towel, his well-defined abdominal muscles arrogantly and wildly penetrating into her sight.

Annelise couldn’t help but press her legs together, hurriedly avoiding her gaze, but her ears turned completely red.

"What clothes?"

"Isn’t there a suit at your place? I need a change of clothes!"

Otherwise, how would he leave?

He couldn’t just go out in soaked pants or wrapped in a towel?

Annelise instantly understood, he was talking about the suit she secretly sold last time, so she calmly said, "That suit is still at the dry cleaners."

Elias didn’t find it strange, "Call Uncle Ford and ask him to bring a set of clothes up!"

"Should I make the call?" As soon as Annelise eased her breath, she tensed up again in disbelief.

"Otherwise?"

He stood there with a cold face, so brazenly.

Annelise couldn’t bear it, unwilling to refuse and just wanted to indulge him.

But was he leaving?

Because of her unwillingness, would he target Chase Perry again afterward?

Annelise was filled with worries, getting up with a thick-skinned effort to find her phone.

"Ah..."

The wound was on her knee, sticky from the water; even though she wore long pants to cover it, it was evident she had difficulty moving.

Yet she wasn’t melodramatic, biting down to dial the number.

"Hello Uncle Ford, could you please bring up some change of clothes for him?"

Uncle Ford, sitting in the car below, thought he heard wrong.

He looked at the caller ID again, "Miss Annelise? Did you say young master needs clothes?"

Annelise was already feeling embarrassed, just about to respond when she saw Elias Warner suddenly squat down in front of her.

He looked coldly, half-squatting before her, reaching out to lift Annelise’s pant leg.

Annelise instinctively tried to dodge, but Elias grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

His overwhelming masculine aura engulfed her entirely.

Seeing the messy, even sticky wounds on her leg, his face darkened instantly, "Annelise, are you self-harming?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions he had held back for so long to avoid swearing.

What’s a little injury?

Wasn’t this what she deserved?

Calming the emotions, Elias coldly asked, "Where’s the first aid kit?"

Annelise’s face was like it was about to drip blood; without thinking, Uncle Ford on the other end must have heard and inferred things he shouldn’t, so she hastily said, "Uncle Ford, I’ll give you my address."

"Oh, no need, Miss Annelise, I know your address, I’ll be there in ten minutes."

The call ended with Uncle Ford maintaining a high level of professionalism, showing no surprise.

Elias had already brought the first aid kit over.

"If you don’t want to attend the family banquet, you can just say it, no need to resort to self-harm." He applied medicine on her, speaking with a sarcastic tone.

Annelise felt warmth in her heart.

Midway, Uncle Ford came with the clothes, and Annelise whispered, "Uncle Ford, you should hurry and leave, there are too many people here with loose tongues, don’t let anyone see!"

If that happened, explanations would be impossible.

Elias went to open the door and took the clothing bag, "You’re quite considerate of me."

Annelise wished she could vanish into the ground.

Thinking of the complex look in Uncle Ford’s eyes earlier, Uncle Ford probably never dreamed of one day seeing Elias Warner in nothing but a towel in her apartment.

Uncle Ford indeed hadn’t anticipated this, nor did he ask further, "Young master, are you coming back tonight?"

"Wait for me downstairs."

After closing the door, Elias Warner directly took his clothes to the bathroom to change.

Annelise knew he was about to leave, but thinking about the unpleasant conversation earlier, she wasn’t sure if she should ask him to stay!

If she asked him to stay and agreed to his conditions as atonement, their relationship would undoubtedly enter a phase unacceptable to outsiders.

But if she let him leave like that, she feared Chase Perry might pay the price for her actions.

In the midst of hesitation, someone knocked on the door again!

Annelise’s expression tensed, her eyes quickly shifted to the entrance.