CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: HE PERSONALLY WENT TO FIND THAT MALE MODEL...

"Mm." Elias Spencer responded in a deep voice.

"It’s not a minor issue. If you don’t take medicine on time, it could easily turn into a severe cold.

I also caught a bit of a cold last night. I just happened to bring some medicine today. Hold on, I’ll make you a cup of the powder."

Iris Lynn quickly walked out, and Elias Spencer didn’t have time to stop her.

Shortly after, she came back holding half a cup of cold medicine, placed it in front of him: "Attorney Spencer, drink it while it’s hot?"

Elias Spencer didn’t drink her medicine and dismissed her, "You can go back to the law firm now."

Seeing his continued indifference despite her concern, Iris Lynn felt a bit disheartened.

"Creak—" The door to the meeting room suddenly opened.

Summer Nolan walked in with a bag of medicine, glanced at Iris Lynn, and then at the medicine on the table.

She smiled slightly, unconsciously tightening her grip on the bag. Someone’s already brought him medicine, so why did he ask me to buy some?

"Attorney Nolan..." Despite her dislike for her, Iris Lynn had to greet Summer politely.

Summer Nolan glanced at her indifferently, not responding.

"Aren’t you leaving?" Elias Spencer dismissed her again.

"...Yes." Iris Lynn responded and had no choice but to leave.

After the meeting room door closed, Summer Nolan immediately threw the bag of medicine into the trash without saying anything, sat back at her spot, and continued working.

Elias Spencer looked at her with a slight furrow of his brows—he didn’t drink the assistant-made medicine either, his expression cold as he picked up his documents.

Half an hour later, Summer Nolan looked up at the medicine next to him, seeing it untouched, a bit puzzled—it must be stone cold by now?

Why didn’t he drink it?

"Cough... cough..." Elias Spencer couldn’t help but cough twice.

Summer Nolan looked at him, silently curling her lips, wasn’t his girlfriend’s medicine right in front of him?

Another half an hour later, Elias Spencer stood up, got a cup, filled it with hot water, drank a few sips, then sat back down to continue working.

His eyes never once glanced at that cup of medicine.

Summer Nolan observed him, getting more curious. His girlfriend’s medicine was right in front of him; surely he couldn’t overlook it, right?

Why wasn’t he drinking it?

"Aren’t you going to drink the medicine your girlfriend brought?" She couldn’t resist asking with a smirk.

"Cough... cough..." Elias Spencer couldn’t suppress another cough, his face impassive, and didn’t even raise his eyelids when he heard her.

And who made her throw away the medicine intended for him?

"Are you planning to drag it into a severe cold and then depend on me?" Summer Nolan asked again while looking at him.

He had medicine but wasn’t drinking it; it seemed intentional.

Elias Spencer didn’t respond, still ignoring her, not even picking up the medicine she bought.

Summer Nolan saw that he didn’t respond to her for a long time, his demeanor cold and aloof, so she didn’t say anything further, letting him be.

If his cold got worse, that was his own business.

-

After work, at the White Horse Clubhouse.

Elias Spencer invited his best friend here right after work to a spacious luxury suite, featuring over thirty male models!

Julian Rivers looked at the various types of men standing in the middle of the room, his hair standing on end, looking at his best friend with horror—

When did he become gay?

"I didn’t know you were in a relationship, and now I didn’t even know you’ve turned gay! How many secrets do you have?" he couldn’t help but ask.

"Who turned gay?"

Elias Spencer glanced at him, stood up from the sofa, one hand in his pocket, walked leisurely toward the group of male models, his gaze sweeping over their faces one by one.

Julian Rivers saw him walking so close to pick a man and swallowed hard in shock...still claiming he’s not gay?

He was personally picking out a man!

"First row, you can leave." Elias Spencer instructed in a deep voice.

A man in a black vest standing in front of him, eyeing the handsome man, tugged at his sleeve suddenly, speaking in a coquettish voice:

"Brother, I can do anything, just let me stay?"

Elias Spencer’s brows furrowed, firmly stating two words: "Get out."

The rest, seeing his fierce demeanor, didn’t dare say anything further and obediently left the suite.

He carefully scrutinized the second row of men one by one, Julian Rivers observing his serious selection, his heart pounding, involuntarily closing his spread-out legs—

Is he planning to convert me?

Though he admired him greatly, he couldn’t bring himself to get on his knees for him!

Elias Spencer walked from the beginning to the end of the second row, dismissing them again in a low voice.

When he reached the middle of the third row, his gaze landed on a man wearing glasses and a burgundy shirt: "You stay, everyone else leave."

The glasses-wearing man recognized him too; wasn’t this the colleague of that pretty lady?

"Brother, I don’t accompany men, I’m straight." he politely, though somewhat humbly, said, knowing this man looked hard to deal with.

Elias Spencer crossed his arms, looking at him coolly, "I just want to ask you a few questions."

"...Please speak, brother," the male model responded obediently.

"Did my colleague really go home with you that night?" he asked directly.

Julian Rivers was utterly confused, his mind still picturing his best friend groping and fondling the man, but he saw that his friend was just asking questions!

He was somewhat disappointed.

"No, when we were in the taxi, the lady gave me money and asked me to get out..." Was this man interested in that lady?

Hearing this, shock flashed in Elias Spencer’s eyes! She didn’t go home with this man? But, on her neck—

"Still lying? How did the red mark on her neck come about?"

"I-I took advantage when the lady wasn’t noticing and stole a kiss, but she pushed me away..."

The man, explaining in fear while looking at him, his heart was in his throat, worried he’d get beaten up.

"Get lost." Elias Spencer uttered coldly. How many truths were in her words?

The male model sighed in relief, his legs weak as he quickly left the suite.

"So, you were just checking whether Summer Nolan slept with that guy or not?!" Julian Rivers finally understood, suddenly realizing,

"You care so much; don’t tell me you still like her?"

"...Who said I still like her? I just want to know what kind of person she really is," Elias Spencer replied, sitting down in the middle of the sofa, pouring himself a drink.

-

It was after ten o’clock in the evening.

Summer Nolan emerged from the shower, seeing her mom rummaging through her wardrobe: "What are you looking for?"

"I wanted to see if you had any pretty nightwear we could swap, but... could you explain whose coat this is?"

"It was loaned to me by a colleague when my period came unexpectedly the other day; I forgot to return it," Summer Nolan naturally explained.

"Then whose belt is this?" Mrs. Nolan pulled out a belt and questioned further; these items were all luxury branded and quite expensive.

The suit jacket was even a custom-made piece.

That man must be quite wealthy, right?

"Cough... that was from a game at a firm gathering where I lost, and they made me undo a colleague’s belt; that’s all. Don’t overthink it," she explained again.

"But you’re not returning it? Seems like you have ulterior motives!" Mrs. Nolan teased with a mischievous smile, feeling like she’d caught her daughter red-handed.