Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Emma's countenance changed the instant the voice rang.

Arthur slowly came toward them from nearby. Looking at the two women before him, he walked past Emma and stood directly next to Elspeth, as though he hadn't noticed the former. "Elsie, have you had enough to eat?" He reached out and stroked Elspeth's hair, his voice sounding so affectionate as if they had an intimate relationship.

Emma fumed with anger at the sight of this, but she couldn't appear too acerbic in front of everyone. She had no choice but to soften her voice, asking, "Arthur, why are you so cool toward me? Did I do anything wrong?"

Arthur's gaze slowly shifted toward her with an air of indifference. "We're not related in the first place, Miss Walker. What's the matter? Aren't you in love with my brother? Why are you in such a hurry to make yourself a relative of mine now?"

Emma dared not say anything further, what with dozens of news outlets' cameras facing them at this Fashion Week. She could only smile awkwardly, saying, "Even if I'm in love with your brother, you and I are still considered a family, so you don't have to be so cool toward me."

"It's not necessary." Arthur stared at her with an unfathomable smile. Then, he turned to Elspeth, saying, "Elsie, I just saw something interesting over there—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he sensed Elspeth stiffening up next to him. He followed her gaze, only to see Callum standing nearby with a hint of inscrutable darkness in his eyes. "Relax. He's forgotten about his feelings for you now, no?" he whispered softly in Elspeth's ear. "Even if we do something, he wouldn't care about it."

Elspeth broke into a cold sweat the instant she saw Callum. Others might not perceive it, but she sensed the murderous desire behind the man's inscrutable gaze. He probably wants to stab Arthur to death for standing next to me, she thought. However, Arthur moved closer and closer to her to the point where he was almost pressing himself against her, as if he were totally unaware of the man's presence. Panicked, she whispered to Arthur, "Alright, cut it out. Stay away from me now."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you still care about him now?"

"Of course, I don't." Elspeth's fingers curled up nervously. She knew she couldn't let Arthur realize that Callum had recovered his feelings, or he might stir up trouble.

Arthur took hold of her wrist with a smile, his heart swaying a little as he felt the smoothness of her skin. "Well, in that case, you're my companion today, so it's not over the top for you to be closer to me, no?"

At this moment, Callum, who had been standing nearby just now, suddenly came to their side and looked at Elspeth's wrist with a piercing gaze. "It's a bit inappropriate for you two to tug at each other in front of everyone, I'm afraid."

Frightened, Elspeth hurriedly shook off Arthur's hand and stepped aside to free herself from the man. "No, we're not tugging at each other."

Only then did Callum look somewhat satisfied.

Clever as Arthur was, he instantly detected that something was amiss. Could Callum have recovered? The guess got increasingly magnified in his mind, so in order to confirm this, he immediately pulled Elspeth into his arms while looking at Callum defiantly, saying, "Callum, isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere with us face-to-face?"

At this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the stage as Fashion Week began. With no one else around them, Callum finally stopped hiding everything; he instantly pointed out, "It's because the one standing next to you is my fiancée."

Arthur retorted, "Your fiancée? Callum, did you forget that you'd already broken off your engagement to your fiancée back in Chars?" He was amused. Since when did Callum become so forgetful?

Elspeth also felt uncomfortable at the mention of this. Inwardly, she was disappointed by the look of complete indifference in Callum's eyes, but she knew there was nothing wrong with him doing such a thing. After all, he had no feelings for her at the time, not to mention that she had left so heartlessly.

Callum answered back confidently, "In that case, what about we ask the lady beside you whether she's gonna choose you or me?"

That's a good idea, thought Arthur as he turned his gaze toward Elspeth.

In an instant, both men eyed Elspeth at the same time.

Elspeth instantly panicked. They're letting me make the choice? But why? Aren't they driving me into a corner by doing so? She felt like crying. Her lips parted, but she didn't know what to say.

Just then, Emma, who had been looking on silently, successfully saved her from the predicament by seeking attention. "Arthur, don't tell me that you love Elspeth?" Jealousy instantly overwhelmed her as she listened to how Arthur and Callum fought for Elspeth's affection. What has Elspeth done to deserve having two outstanding men fight for her affection? I was the one whom they treated like a princess before; it's all Elspeth's fault for taking all of this away from me! At the thought of this, her hatred for Elspeth grew increasingly apparent, to the point where she could no longer hide the resentment in her eyes.

At this moment, Callum, who had been standing nearby just now, suddenly came to their side and looked at Elspeth's wrist with a piercing gaze. "It's a bit inappropriate for you two to tug at each other in front of everyone, I'm afraid."

"This is supposed to be none of your business, no?" Callum replied stiffly. Obviously, he didn't want to waste time talking to her.

"Callum, I—"