CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: JEALOUSY, ANGER, AND THEN HE ACTUALLY...

"Young Master Spencer, are you so free tonight?" Ian Sterling greeted in a familiar tone.

"Aren’t you also quite free?" Elias Spencer replied casually, taking a seat on the sofa. They’re both old foxes, no need for small talk.

Mrs. Nolan peeked from the kitchen, watching the two men... They actually know each other?

She didn’t dare to go over, feeling a bit awkward, not knowing what to talk about with them!

"Well, Young Master Spencer, you sit tight, I’ll go help out Mrs. Nolan. There are a lot of people tonight, she must be overwhelmed."

Ian Sterling said as he stood up, took off his light gray tailored jacket, placed it on the sofa armrest, rolled up his white shirt sleeves, and headed to the kitchen.

Elias Spencer frowned and glanced at him... Is this his home? He’s really not treating himself as an outsider.

"Mrs. Nolan, do you need help?" Ian asked in the kitchen.

"Then please help with plating the dinner that Attorney Spencer brought."

Mrs. Nolan cleared her throat lightly; since he’s already here, it’s only right to find something for him to do. Speaking of it, Ian Sterling is indeed more considerate.

When choosing a husband, he’s more suitable.

A man who’s considerate and gentle makes for a peaceful family life, less arguing, more tolerance between a couple living together.

"Alright." Ian replied, glancing at the quite spacious kitchen, noticing the dishes were in the sterilizer, he took a few out.

And got a pair of chopsticks.

He didn’t just dump the food into the dishes; instead, he meticulously arranged them piece by piece.

Each dish was plated with a touch of sophistication, like a Michelin restaurant.

At that moment, Elias Spencer, who had been sitting on the sofa, also stood up, took off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves... heading straight to Summer Nolan’s bedroom.

Summer Nolan was standing at the sink blow-drying her wet hair, suddenly seeing the man in the mirror, she was stunned!

Was she seeing things?

The hairdryer in her hand was suddenly taken by him, Elias Spencer stood behind her, blow-drying her hair as he spoke in a deep voice,

"Dinner’s ready, I’ll dry your hair."

"Who asked you to dry it? What are you doing suddenly coming to my house?" Summer Nolan snorted coldly, reaching to grab the hairdryer, but he caught her hand:

"Don’t make trouble, stand still. Do you want Ian Sterling to see us flirting here?"

"Who’s flirting with you? I’ve already said, henceforth, you walk your broad road, I’ll walk my narrow bridge, we don’t interfere with each other. Please leave, Attorney Spencer."

Summer Nolan flung his hand away forcefully, pointing to the door, this time she was truly angry.

Did he bind her, teach her a lesson, and feel satisfied?

Elias Spencer turned off the hairdryer in his hand, looking at her with deep eyes, suddenly gripping her slender waist tightly, raising his eyebrows as he asked,

"Wasn’t it Attorney Nolan who tied me up first? Are you not having fun now?"

Summer was disgusted, yanking his hand, "Yes, I’m not having fun anymore, and I don’t want to play with you anymore, so please leave my house."

He suddenly leaned in closer, pinning her against the sink, staring at her intently, his voice cold, "Whether we play or not is not for you to decide."

"..." Summer pushed against his chest with both hands, glaring at him with annoyance.

"Didn’t you swear to keep your distance from that man? Why is he at your house?" Elias Spencer asked coldly again.

"Heh... I just let him come, so what? I want to date him, so what? What’s it to you... mmph..."

She sneered as she spoke, but before she could finish, the man exuding a cold and dangerous aura suddenly sealed her lips, tearing away the white towel wrapped around her body.

In the next moment, Elias Spencer released her mouth, turned her around by her shoulders; Summer didn’t know what he intended to do. In the next moment, her slender waist was tightly encircled by his hand.

Suddenly, the man behind her—forcefully pulled her onto the fast track.

She propped herself on the sink with her hands, her eyes widened, full of disbelief and frustration; how dare he—!

"Elias Spencer!"

She gritted her teeth and called his name, elbowing him, trying to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming.

Summer’s heart was in her throat, her pale face turning a shade of pink, definitely from being pissed off by him.

This bastard!

She twisted her body, trying to break free, but was held firmly by his hand.

She had no cover on her body; his other hand took full advantage.

"Hiss... you... let go! Bastard... I’ll never forgive you..." She bit her lip tightly, suppressing the urge to cry out, yelling in anger.

Is she going to have it out with him again?

No bridge, no road anymore?

Elias Spencer slightly curled his lips, lowered his head, calmly whispering coldly in her ear, "You can call louder, let Ian come in to see?"

"You..." Summer turned her head to glare angrily at him, not daring to speak louder, fearing that if Ian saw this, he’d definitely never come near her again.

Her revenge plan would be completely ruined.

"Are you still going to date him or not?" He asked coldly in her ear.

"Humph, whether I date him or not, what does it have to do with you?"

She had just snorted coldly, when he harshly punished her, Summer bit her lip tightly, elbowed his side, couldn’t help but call out,

"Bastard..."

Outside, the maid had already prepared dinner, Ian had plated all the dishes and even helped to set them on the dining table.

Mrs. Nolan looked at the dishes he plated, praising, "The way you plate the dishes makes them look very appetizing, you’re obviously a very meticulous person."

"You’re too kind, Mrs. Nolan. By the way, has Elias Spencer left already?" When he brought out the dishes, he didn’t see the man; did he drive him away?

Mrs. Nolan glanced around, not seeing him either, her gaze suddenly landing on the black suit jacket on the sofa armrest,

"His jacket is still here, so he probably hasn’t left, right?"

Could it be he’s in her daughter’s room? Look, Attorney Spencer dares to go directly to her daughter’s boudoir, but Mr. Sterling only dares to enter the kitchen...

If it’s a contest of methods, Attorney Spencer is indeed superior.

"Please sit for a moment, I’ll go check."

Mrs. Nolan said to him, opening the door to her daughter’s bedroom, not seeing the two of them, she was about to leave when she suddenly heard... that sound coming from the bathroom...

Could it be those two are...

Mrs. Nolan’s face turned beet red in an instant.

She was very surprised; wasn’t the girl very much against Attorney Spencer? Yet she’s engaging in such things with him in secret?

Ian’s still waiting outside.

Spending too long wouldn’t be appropriate, right?

Mrs. Nolan cleared her throat, reluctantly went to knock on the bathroom door: "Knock knock... Summer, come out for dinner, Ian is still waiting outside."

Summer heard her mother’s voice, wishing she could find a hole to hide in, she elbowed the man behind her again, trying to reply in a steady voice,

"Got it."

"Don’t dawdle too long, hurry up." Mrs. Nolan reminded, quickly leaving the bedroom, shutting the door.

Ian saw her come out: "Mrs. Nolan, is Elias Spencer inside?"