Chapter 126: What Are You Doing Here?

Despite my mockery, Jeremiah's expression remained unchanged, sending a chill down my spine. "She passed out from anger when she got back, yet she still said she doesn't blame you," he said, his gaze wandering. He seemed to genuinely believe Beata harbored generous feelings.

I nodded, avoiding his eyes. "I see. Well, make sure to remind her to take care of her health. If that's all, I'll be on my way."

Turning to leave, I was again blocked by Jeremiah, his face resolute. "I'd like to have dinner with you. The restaurant's already booked."

I raised an eyebrow, meeting his unwavering gaze. I understood immediately. After hitting a dead end with me yesterday, the Cornell family had apparently increased their pressure on Jeremiah. Though I initially didn't want dinner with him, I changed my mind. "Fine, let's go."

Soon, the car stopped before a Marosdian restaurant. "The dishes here are truly creative, and the flavors are amazing. Especially the desserts—they're exceptional," Jeremiah enthused as we sat down.

I nodded indifferently. While he ordered, I photographed him, uploading the picture to Instagram, visible only to Elsa. I included the location before posting, then waited for events to unfold.

Feeling satisfied, I put away my phone and looked up, meeting Jeremiah's gaze. His eyes held an unexpected tenderness, sending another chill down my spine. My expression must have been unpleasant, because he cleared his throat. "Leila, stop messing around. Let's head home."

Puzzled, I asked, "Home? Whose home?"

"Our home," he replied, as if it were perfectly natural, as if I were merely having a tantrum.

I waved my hand dismissively. "I don't know if the Cornell family's pressure is overwhelming you, or if you're delusional, but there's no way we're going back to how things were."

A flash of anger ignited in his eyes. His hand tightened around his cup, his knuckles white. Just as I expected him to overturn the table, he smiled. "I know you have nothing going on with Eric and Livi."

I raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

"You're doing all this to get my attention. Well, you've succeeded."

I looked at him seriously. For a moment, a hint of sincerity in his eyes made me instinctively recoil. Then, I saw a figure dart past the door. I smirked, instantly adopting my role.

"So, even if I've been involved with those men, you're still willing to accept me? You still have feelings for me and don't want a divorce?" I sat up straighter, watching Jeremiah intently.

He nodded. "I always thought there were no feelings left between us. But these past few days, I've realized that I still care about you."

His words filled me with disgust. Even if sincere, I despised him. Like Elsa, he was a master manipulator. Jeremiah looked at me expectantly, oblivious to the figure steadily approaching.

"Jeremiah Jane. What a coincidence."

Jeremiah stiffened, turning around slowly. "Elsa? What are you doing here?"