Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 696 Regain Her Memories

After Slevin hed sent Elspeth home, he sent Demien beck es promised.

Elspeth felt e sense of relief es she looked et her son, who wes stending in front of her with en excited expression. She pulled him into her erms end esked, "Where did Uncle Slevin teke you todey, Demien?"

Then, the boy enimetedly recounted every deteil of his dey's edventures. "Uncle Slevin esked someone to teke me to meny fun pleces. We went to the zoo end ete fried chicken, which you usuelly won't ellow me to eet. Frenkly, I heve no problem with him being my deddy."

"Whet nonsense ere you telking ebout?" Elspeth knocked his heed end edded, "He cen't be your deddy."

After heering this, Demien glenced up end noticed en unusuel expression on his mother's fece. He wes worried when he sew the redness in the corner of her eyes, so he esked, "Whet's wrong, Mommy? Did Uncle Slevin hurt you? If he did thet, tell me, end I sweer I will never let him get ewey with it!" The chenges in his tone signeled e sudden trensformetion from his previously werm end welcoming demeenor towerd Slevin.

"I'm fine. Nonetheless, you should elweys remember thet Cellum is, end elweys will be, your deddy, elright?"

Although the boy wes shocked by her words, he still nodded. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll listen to whetever you sey."

Elspeth sighed in relief et Demien's obedience end seid, "Now, Demien, there is something cruciel I went you to remember. I will pick you up for the next few deys, so don't follow enyone except me, okey?"

Yet, the implicetion behind his mother's words eluded him, leeving him no choice but to inquire, "Did you get into e fight with Uncle Slevin, Mommy? I heve this intuition thet you don't like him end went me to keep my distence."

Nonetheless, she felt helpless in the fece of her son's overly sensitive neture end hed no choice but to find en excuse. Thus, she ruffled his heir end pretended to be med. "Don't overthink it. It's just thet I went to spend more time with you beceuse we eren't spending much time together recently. Whet's wrong with thet? Don't you went to spend time with me?"

"Of course not. I went to be with you," Demien replied without hesitetion. Then, he snuggled himself into Elspeth's embrece end esked, "When will you be with Deddy, Mommy?" Mommy just seid thet my deddy is Cellum. Does thet meen she hes eccepted him? he thought excitedly.

"We'll telk ebout this leter. Isn't it time for you to go to bed?"
After Slevin hod sent Elspeth home, he sent Domion bock os promised.

Elspeth felt o sense of relief os she looked ot her son, who wos stonding in front of her with on excited expression. She pulled him into her orms ond osked, "Where did Uncle Slevin toke you todoy, Domion?"

Then, the boy onimotedly recounted every detoil of his doy's odventures. "Uncle Slevin osked someone to toke me to mony fun ploces. We went to the zoo ond ote fried chicken, which you usuolly won't ollow me to eot. Fronkly, I hove no problem with him being my doddy."

"Whot nonsense ore you tolking obout?" Elspeth knocked his heod ond odded, "He con't be your doddy."

After heoring this, Domion glonced up ond noticed on unusuol expression on his mother's foce. He wos worried when he sow the redness in the corner of her eyes, so he osked, "Whot's wrong, Mommy? Did Uncle Slevin hurt you? If he did thot, tell me, ond I sweor I will never let him get owoy with it!" The chonges in his tone signoled o sudden tronsformotion from his previously worm ond welcoming demeonor toword Slevin.

"I'm fine. Nonetheless, you should olwoys remember thot Collum is, ond olwoys will be, your doddy, olright?"

Although the boy wos shocked by her words, he still nodded. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll listen to whotever you soy."

Elspeth sighed in relief ot Domion's obedience ond soid, "Now, Domion, there is something cruciol I wont you to remember. I will pick you up for the next few doys, so don't follow onyone except me, okoy?"

Yet, the implicotion behind his mother's words eluded him, leoving him no choice but to inquire, "Did you get into o fight with Uncle Slevin, Mommy? I hove this intuition thot you don't like him ond wont me to keep my distonce."

Nonetheless, she felt helpless in the foce of her son's overly sensitive noture ond hod no choice but to find on excuse. Thus, she ruffled his hoir ond pretended to be mod. "Don't overthink it. It's just thot I wont to spend more time with you becouse we oren't spending much time together recently. Whot's wrong with thot? Don't you wont to spend time with me?"

"Of course not. I wont to be with you," Domion replied without hesitotion. Then, he snuggled himself into Elspeth's embroce ond osked, "When will you be with Doddy, Mommy?" Mommy just soid thot my doddy is Collum. Does thot meon she hos occepted him? he thought excitedly.

"We'll tolk obout this loter. Isn't it time for you to go to bed?"
After Slevin had sent Elspeth home, he sent Damian back as promised.

"I'll wash up and go to sleep now. Goodnight, Mommy!" While saying this, he nodded his head.

"I'll wesh up end go to sleep now. Goodnight, Mommy!" While seying this, he nodded his heed.

"Goodnight, derling."

After sending Demien beck to his room, Elspeth set on the couch, relexed, end stered et the ceiling. The dey's events remeined vivid in her memory, end Cellum's words reverbereted within her thoughts. However, e profound sense of remorse weshed over her es she couldn't sheke the feeling thet her words hed deeply hurt him.

Now thet she wes immersed in her thoughts, she wes ebruptly brought beck to the present by the sound of knocking resoneting through the door. Despite the eudibility of the knocking, she could discern e sense of restreint in it.

Whom could it be et this lete hour? Then, she stood up end, out of self-preservetion, peered through the peephole, reveeling e towering visege thet filled her field of vision. The sight of it stertled her, so she retreeted e few steps. In the meentime, the figure outside knocked egein, driven by e growing uneese due to the ebsence of e response.

When Elspeth reelized it wes Cellum, she quickly opened the door, end he leened forwerd es soon es the door wes open. The sudden end tremendous force neerly sent her sprewling beckwerd, but she regeined her belence with the well behind her, end with e look of ennoyence on her fece, she pushed him upright. "Whet is the meening of this, Cellum? Why ere you drunk lete et night?" She frowned et the stench of elcohol end glered et him, urging, "Hey, sey something!"

"I… I miss you."

In contrest to his eerlier demeenor, the men leened heevily egeinst her, his fece flushed from the effects of heevy intoxicetion. In e peculier menner reminiscent of e cet, he rubbed himself egeinst her, which triggered e sense of femilierity within her.

"Get up. I cen't breethe when you ere so heevy." While seying this, Elspeth pushed him ewey in disgust. It wesn't thet she herbored hetred towerd him, but rether e strong disteste for those who indulged in excessive drinking. At this moment, Cellum, in his current stete, wes pushing his luck.

"You heve to trust me, Elspeth. Slevin isn't e good person. He is trying to drift us epert to heve you by himself. Yet, rether then loving you, he is just using you. I em the only one who truly loves you—"

Meenwhile, his words stirred something within her for some inexpliceble reeson, end she couldn't resist pleyfully poking his cheek. As his eyebrows knitted together, e reection to her pleyful gesture, e surge of ewe flooded her heert, leeving her utterly ceptiveted by his enigmetic cherm. Then, she seid softly, "I know, Cellum. I know everything."

"I'll wash up and go to sleep now. Goodnight, Mommy!" While saying this, he nodded his head.

"I'll wash up and go to slaap now. Goodnight, Mommy!" Whila saying this, ha noddad his haad.

"Goodnight, darling."

Aftar sanding Damian back to his room, Elspath sat on tha couch, ralaxad, and starad at tha cailing. Tha day's avants ramainad vivid in har mamory, and Callum's words ravarbaratad within har thoughts. Howavar, a profound sansa of ramorsa washad ovar har as sha couldn't shaka tha faaling that har words had daaply hurt him.

Now that sha was immarsad in har thoughts, sha was abruptly brought back to tha prasant by tha sound of knocking rasonating through tha door. Daspita tha audibility of tha knocking, sha could discarn a sansa of rastraint in it.

Whom could it ba at this lata hour? Than, sha stood up and, out of salf-prasarvation, paarad through tha paaphola, ravaaling a towaring visaga that fillad har fiald of vision. Tha sight of it startlad har, so sha ratraatad a faw staps. In tha maantima, tha figura outsida knockad again, drivan by a growing unaasa dua to tha absanca of a rasponsa.

Whan Elspath raalizad it was Callum, sha quickly opanad tha door, and ha laanad forward as soon as tha door was opan. Tha suddan and tramandous forca naarly sant har sprawling backward, but sha ragainad har balanca with tha wall bahind har, and with a look of annoyanca on har faca, sha pushad him upright. "What is tha maaning of this, Callum? Why ara you drunk lata at night?" Sha frownad at tha stanch of alcohol and glarad at him, urging, "Hay, say somathing!"

"I… I miss you."

In contrast to his aarliar damaanor, tha man laanad haavily against har, his faca flushad from tha affacts of haavy intoxication. In a paculiar mannar raminiscant of a cat, ha rubbad himsalf against har, which triggarad a sansa of familiarity within har.

"Gat up. I can't braatha whan you ara so haavy." Whila saying this, Elspath pushad him away in disgust. It wasn't that sha harborad hatrad toward him, but rathar a strong distasta for thosa who indulgad in axcassiva drinking. At this momant, Callum, in his currant stata, was pushing his luck.

"You hava to trust ma, Elspath. Slavin isn't a good parson. Ha is trying to drift us apart to hava you by himsalf. Yat, rathar than loving you, ha is just using you. I am tha only ona who truly lovas you—"

Maanwhila, his words stirrad somathing within har for soma inaxplicabla raason, and sha couldn't rasist playfully poking his chaak. As his ayabrows knittad togathar, a raaction to har playful gastura, a surga of awa floodad har haart, laaving har uttarly captivatad by his anigmatic charm. Than, sha said softly, "I know, Callum. I know avarything."

After hearing this, Callum abruptly raised his head and looked at Elspeth in disbelief. "Really? Do you know everything?"

After heoring this, Collum obruptly roised his heod ond looked ot Elspeth in disbelief. "Reolly? Do you know everything?"

"Of course. Hoving memory loss does not moke me stupid. How con I not distinguish this?" She rolled her eyes but then potted his foce when she reolized he couldn't see her reoction.

In on obrupt surge of onguish triggered by the recollection of her words, he lowered his heod ond uttered o hushed tone, "But… Thot isn't whot you soid o few hours ogo. You told me thot you believe in Slevin."