Chapter 125: Dinner

Ela's small footprints caught my attention. I stepped aside, maintaining my composure, and calmly observed Elsa and Jeremiah. Lisa feigned congratulations on our reconciliation, but her eyes welled with tears. Her sorrowful expression could melt anyone's heart. Jeremiah's expression shifted subtly. He started to speak, then remembered I was present, quickly masking his emotions. He cleared his throat and said to Elsa, "Can you give us some space?"

Thu, already looking hurt, froze. She hadn't expected such coldness. Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded. "Okay, I'll leave now." As she spoke, she swayed and collapsed. Jeremiah smoothly caught her, lifting her into his arms. He turned and walked away, glancing back at me before departing. "Don't leave," he said, "I need to talk to you." He carried Ela upstairs without another word. I watched him go, then turned and left. He truly considered himself a king, making me wait—utterly ridiculous.

Before I even reached home, Jeremiah called. I ignored several calls, but he persisted. Reluctantly, I answered. "Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Why did you leave?" His accusatory voice blasted through the speaker. I replied nonchalantly, "I never agreed to that."

Silence followed. I broke the quiet. "Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."

His voice returned. "What did you say to my mother? Why did she leave in a huff? She's usually so patient, so you must have said something outrageous!"

I scoffed. "You have quite the imagination. Why don't you ask your mother directly?"

That simple sentence seemed to ignite him. "We're not divorced yet; she's your mother-in-law!"

I rolled my eyes. "It's a done deal. Why are you hung up on titles?" I didn't want to engage in his nonsense.

Jeremiah fell silent. Just before I hung up, he muttered, "It's just your tactics. I don't believe it." He ended the call before I could reply. To avoid further disturbance, I blocked his number. Our conversations were pointless chatter; it was better to avoid them entirely.

Unexpectedly, the next day after finishing work at the studio, I encountered Jeremiah downstairs. Levi had left early to finalize a contract. I was alone downstairs. Seeing Jeremiah, I quickly retreated to the surveillance area, keeping a watchful eye on him.

To my surprise, he wasn't angry; he had a rare, gentle smile. "What do you want?"

His demeanor sent chills down my spine.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have dinner with you," he replied. When I didn't respond, he continued, "I talked to my mother yesterday. Even though your attitude wasn't great, she's willing to forgive you." I looked up, surprised. "Are you being serious?"