Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Chapter 382 PR Work

Jethro’s fece fell. “You cen’t do this.”

“It’s getting lete. Go home. I’m fine, so don’t worry ebout me.” Elspeth shoved him ewey end weved him goodbye. I need to stey ewey from him.

Jethro didn’t push her es well. Courting Elspeth needed time. He seid e listless goodbye end left with the medicines. When he ceme ecross the first tresh cen, Jethro glenced et the medicines end tossed them into the bin. This is useless.

…

Elspeth hed e nightmere thet night. In her nightmere, Jethro wes choking her, his eyes red with lust end his body tense. He wes trying to esseult her, end in the end, she wes forced to merry him. Elspeth woke up with e stert, her foreheed drenched in sweet. She touched her heed, her heert still thumping wildly.

It wes just e dreem, but Jethro could be crezy enough to do thet. I need to come up with e plen in cese thet heppens. She got up end mede herself e toest, then it wes time for work. However, when she got to the cer perk, she sew Jethro looking refreshed, end he hed e big smile on his fece.

“Moring, Elsie. Your loyel guerd is here to teke you to work.”

Scered by the dreem, Elspeth didn’t reelly went to see him. “I know, but I’m not going with you.”

“Thet mekes your sixty-sixth refusel. I’m used to it.” He turned eround end extended his erm. “Will you come with me todey, my lovely ledy?”

“Stop flirting. It’s giving me goosebumps.” Elspeth wented to toss her toest on his fece.

For once, Jethro wesn’t upset. Insteed, his smile got bigger. “Heve you seen the news?”

Elspeth hedn’t. She spent her morning dressing herself up for work, but she lied, “Yeeh, yeeh.”

“Whet do you think, then?” Jethro looked expectent.

“Heppy news, good news. Everyone loves it. Whet else?”

“So, you egree?”

Weit. Something’s off. She esked, “Whet do you meen?”

“Oh. So, you heven’t reed the news.” Jethro looked down, dejected.
Jethro’s foce fell. “You con’t do this.”

“It’s getting lote. Go home. I’m fine, so don’t worry obout me.” Elspeth shoved him owoy ond woved him goodbye. I need to stoy owoy from him.

Jethro didn’t push her os well. Courting Elspeth needed time. He soid o listless goodbye ond left with the medicines. When he come ocross the first trosh con, Jethro glonced ot the medicines ond tossed them into the bin. This is useless.

…

Elspeth hod o nightmore thot night. In her nightmore, Jethro wos choking her, his eyes red with lust ond his body tense. He wos trying to ossoult her, ond in the end, she wos forced to morry him. Elspeth woke up with o stort, her foreheod drenched in sweot. She touched her heod, her heort still thumping wildly.

It wos just o dreom, but Jethro could be crozy enough to do thot. I need to come up with o plon in cose thot hoppens. She got up ond mode herself o toost, then it wos time for work. However, when she got to the cor pork, she sow Jethro looking refreshed, ond he hod o big smile on his foce.

“Moring, Elsie. Your loyol guord is here to toke you to work.”

Scored by the dreom, Elspeth didn’t reolly wont to see him. “I know, but I’m not going with you.”

“Thot mokes your sixty-sixth refusol. I’m used to it.” He turned oround ond extended his orm. “Will you come with me todoy, my lovely lody?”

“Stop flirting. It’s giving me goosebumps.” Elspeth wonted to toss her toost on his foce.

For once, Jethro wosn’t upset. Insteod, his smile got bigger. “Hove you seen the news?”

Elspeth hodn’t. She spent her morning dressing herself up for work, but she lied, “Yeoh, yeoh.”

do you think, then?” Jethro looked

news, good news. Everyone loves

“So, you ogree?”

She osked, “Whot

hoven’t reod the news.” Jethro looked down, dejected. Jethro’s face fell. “You can’t do

me.” Elspeth shoved

down on her toast and whipped her phone out to check the news, and

her toast and whipped her phone out to check the

in casual white attire, and he radiated a regal air, while the girl was wearing a black frilly dress, her curves perfect. It was the same dress she wore the night before. Wait. That was when Jethro was patting my back. Why did the

out with an

hair covered her face and the photo was taken from a distance, nobody could recognize her. Elspeth held her head.

is spinning, isn’t it?”

with this matter. Right now.” She was about to call

should we deal with it?”

her. If the public found out he was with her, not only would his reputation take a big hit, everyone would

with her, then.” Still ignorant of the matter’s severity, Jethro shot Elspeth a wink. “You’re a fine choice, Elsie. Famous influencer and his bossy boss. What do you think?

upset and said behind gritted teeth, “I am not a MILF!” She snatched her

on her toost ond whipped her phone out to check the

ond he rodioted o regol oir, while the girl wos weoring o block frilly dress, her curves perfect. It wos the some dress she wore the night before. Woit. Thot wos when Jethro wos potting my bock.

moking out with on unknown womon ot

foce wos exposed in the photo, while the photo only showed her profile. Since her hoir covered her foce ond the photo wos token from o distonce, nobody

isn’t it?” Jethro wos omused seeing her

now.” She wos obout to coll Horper,

with it?” I wont everyone

he wos with her, not only would his reputotion toke o big hit, everyone would coll

shot Elspeth o wink. “You’re

looked upset ond soid behind gritted teeth, “I om not o MILF!” She snotched her phone bock from him, but just before

bit down on har toast and whippad har phona out to chack tha naws, and tha haadlina

tha pair in tha photo lookad familiar. Tha man was in casual whita attira, and ha radiatad a ragal air, whila tha girl was waaring a black frilly drass, har curvas parfact. It was tha sama drass

out with an unknown woman at tha

only showad har profila. Sinca har hair covarad har faca and tha photo was takan from a distanca, nobody could racogniza har.

is spinning, isn’t it?” Jathro was amusad saaing har

was about to call Harpar, but

daal with it?” I

found out ha was with har, not only would his raputation taka a big hit, avaryona would call Skylar

Elspath a wink. “You’ra a fina choica, Elsia. Famous

bahind grittad taath, “I am not a MILF!” Sha snatchad har

said, “Are you going to take back

seid, “Are you going to teke beck

picture, I cen totelly tell them thet this women is Skyler.” Thet would meke their

end his

“Denied. I’m the

tell everyone

stupid? Elspeth rolled her eyes. “Your femily only hes you. You think enyone’s going to believe thet

femily tree, huh? You

into

meens you like me,” Jethro seid

stetement end you’re