He wanted to know whether she would go back to him.
Even though Michael did not specifically mention a person’s name, Elena knew who he meant.
She stared at his face, but Eldest Young Master Williams’s eyes were still closed. His eyelids did not even twitch.
Elena had no hesitation, nor did she wonder about the person he meant. She was surprised by that conversation. How long had they not spoken to each other like that?
Their communication had only been in the biblical sense each time they were together for the past month.
They interacted, but they had not communicated with each other.
She was not sure if he had fallen asleep, or he waited for her answer. Another moment passed before Elena quietly said, “He wouldn’t want me back anymore.”
“What if he does?” That question was a little over the line—she was still with him at that moment, would he want her to tell the truth or lie to him?
However, Elena already had an answer, and she had no plans to lie to him.
“I’ll be on my own.”
That was a genuine answer, regardless if he liked it or not.
She did not expect Michael to nod and grunted a reply. “Hmm”
That man!
More silence followed their conversation.
It might have been quiet, but it was also calm and peaceful.
Michael fell asleep soon after that. His breathing calmed, and Elena could even detect light snores from him. That man would only snore when he was exhausted.
When she was sure that he was in a deep sleep, Elena lifted his head gently to rest on a real pillow. However, the moment she moved his head, he seemed to be gripped in a nightmare. He turned his body and hugged her tightly. He even buried his head into her stomach.
“Don’t leave me!”
Elena kept silent; she did not even dare to move a muscle. Moments after that, Michael fell back into a deep sleep and continued to snore lightly. It was a rare sight to see him sleep so deeply.
She decided to ignore his outburst. She did not want to overthink it; it could turn into nothing but despair.
When Michael woke up the next morning, his head was still pillowed on her lap.
His movements startled Elena awake. When Michael got up, Elena felt as if she missed the warmth that had been on her lap during the night.
“What are you doing here?” Michael sat up and stared at her coldly. It had only been a night, and Eldest Young Master Williams had reverted to his usual self. There was not much warmth in his eyes when he looked at her.
“Nothing.” Elena almost rolled her eyes.
Was it because he had too much to drink that he did not remember anything from the previous night, or did he do it on purpose? It did not matter; it was meaningless to reason with him.
She crawled off the bed. However, her legs were so numb that she lost her balance when they touched the floor, and she fell with a thud.
Michael witnessed her fall with coldness; he did not even help her up. He did not even consider the reason her legs were numb.
What utter ungratefulness!
She struggled to get up, and then she made her way toward the door. One should not be in Eldest Young Master Williams’s room for no reason at all.
When she reached the door, Michael asked, “When do you finish your exam?”
“Two subjects today, and the final three tomorrow.”
“Finish whatever you need to do after your exam, and then take a trip to City L with me this Saturday.”
Elena was a little stunned, so she turned around and asked him, “City L?”
The old gentleman’s warm face suddenly emerged from the depth of her mind. She wondered how Old Master Garcia had been since she last saw him about a month before that.
She nodded. As she was about to exit the room, she could not help but ask, “What are we doing in City L?”
“Who are you to ask that?” The man raised his eyebrows in annoyance. Every bit of the tenderness that he had shown the previous night had vanished.
Elena grunted and then proceeded to open the door. She knew she should not fantasize about the man; nothing good could come out of that.
‘I won’t ask then, what’s the big deal?’ As she walked out of the room, the voice that all women adored spoke again. “The Garcia family is acknowledging their only granddaughter. They’re having a banquet this Saturday to announce the news to the public.”
The Garcia family’s granddaughter… Ava…
Elena’s fingers trembled with the sudden shock.
“Still not leaving?” He wanted her to leave. However, Elena was not angry; she had no energy to be mad at him.
She stepped out of his room. She felt a little lost, and she made her way back to her room step by step.
The Garcia family’s granddaughter… She had kept that issue at the back of her mind because of Michael. She thought she could wait until her three months were up with the man before investigating Ava’s claim. She forgot that others would still make a move even when she had been idle.
City L’s Garcia family… Ava… Grace… Layla… All of those issues popped into her mind, and it was chaotic.
When he was sure that Elena was back in her room, Levi knocked to Eldest Young Master Williams’s door and went into the room.
“Eldest Young Master, this is the information that you wanted.” He placed a document folder on his table, and his face looked incredibly gloomy.
“When Old Madam Williams’s accident happened, the man in the picture was really Calvin Garcia.”
…
Elena did not have anything to do after she had her last paper on Wednesday, she went to visit Layla at the hospital. Things were the same in September Media, and if they wanted to communicate, they would do that online.
They arrived early in City L on Thursday. Eldest Young Master Williams had a business discussion with Eldest Young Master Garcia, so he met up with him as soon as they arrived at City L.
Michael did not limit Elena’s freedom, but he did leave Ewan with her—he was there to watch her.
That afternoon, Elena left the hotel and took a stroll at the nearby commercial areas. Ewan trailed behind her, but they did not have any interaction for the whole afternoon. He did not even say a word to her.
Elena knew that Ewan disliked her because of Ava—he probably liked Ava. However, that did not come as a surprise. Ava knew how to win men’s hearts; most men would love her.
When she was tired, she sat on a stone bench on the street side as she sipped the hot milk tea that she had just bought.
Not far away, a luxurious car in a low-profile color screeched to a halt at the side of the street.
“Do you see her? I’m not mistaken, right? Milo, take a look now!”
Old Master Garcia did not wait for Milo’s answer, and he anxiously pushed open the car door and got out of the vehicle. He quickly made his way toward the young lady on the stone bench. Milo promptly got out of the car and chased after him.
“Old Master, please wait for me! Don’t run too fast; be careful not to fall!”
“Get out of here! An old fart like you might fall, but I’m still tough!”
Old Master Garcia ran so quickly that he almost flew. He made a beeline for Elena, and when he reached her, he grabbed her shoulders.
“Elena! It really is Elena! Goodness, me! What brought you here?”