Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Callum’s heart skipped at the sight of Elspeth’s stare. As he was about to continue, she frowned,

clasped her hands over her stomach, and perspired heavily on her forehead.

“What is it? Are you sick?” His anger subsided, and concern filled his features as he stared at her

curled-up body.

Meanwhile, she could not have foreseen that her period would start so suddenly after being late for so

many days.

Was that meant to be a blessing, or did it ruin the mood?

“I’m fine. It’s one of those days—” Despite her agonizing cramps, Elspeth still responded to Callum.

“I see. Rest up. I’ll make you ginger tea.”

Ginger tea? Do I really hear that, or is it a trick in my mind? “You know about ginger tea? Are you for

real?”

He smiled and replied proudly, “I know more than you think I do.”

“Amazing.”

“Alright. Stay there and wait for me. Rest well.” Then, Callum gently positioned Elspeth on the bed,

tucked her in, and walked out of the room.

Afterward, she went to the bathroom to clean herself up and sat on the bed while waiting for him to

return.

About half an hour later, the door silently swung open, and he walked in with a hot cup of ginger tea.

She could even see some grated ginger floating in the tea.

“I never expected the cold and aloof Mr. Winthrop to be a good cook.” Following that, Elspeth took a sip

of the tea. It’s nice and sweet, and as it goes down my throat, it makes my belly feel warm and fuzzy.

I’m feeling a lot better now.

“I know how to cook, and my food tastes much better than your egg-fried rice,” Callum mocked.

It immediately put her in a bad mood when she heard that. Then, she angrily set the cup of tea on the

table and shot him a sidelong glance. “You said it didn’t taste bad last time.”

“I was afraid you would be angry, and it dealt a blow to Max. That was quite worth it.”

Poor Max, not only did he have to eat all the egg-fried rice, but he also had to sing its praises.

Suddenly, her cheeks blushed as she loudly huffed, “From now on, I won’t cook for you again. Even if

my cooking improves slightly, I will never cook for you.”

Meanwhile, Callum looked at Elspeth, smiling in silence.

“Oh, right. Callum, have you noticed something weird between Blake and Lisa?”

He ducked his head and smirked, “I have. He’s very interested in her right now. Every day, he’s asking

to go out with her.”

“Then, should we give them a nudge so they could get together?”

She is incredibly daring to have such a bold notion. Callum thought about it and was entirely on board

with the idea. It will make her happy and help Blake understand how Lisa makes him feel, so it will be

like killing two birds with one stone.

“What are you thinking, Callum?” His silence and smile made Elspeth suspicious.

“Nothing. I think your idea is pretty good.” Then, he tucked her in and stroked her head. “Still, you

should be resting now. Sleep in my room tonight. I’ll be sleeping in the guest room.” Following that, he

walked toward the door.

“Wait, Callum. I know everything,” she called out to him angrily.

He immediately came to a halt when he heard that. “If you didn’t know, then your hacking skills would

be a lie,” he remarked with a smile.

However, Elspeth could not resist rolling her eyes at Callum. “Why can’t you tell me directly? Why must

you wait until I expose you?” She already knew he was the one who started the rumor. Nonsense! The

only way to put an end to the speculations is for me to accept his engagement! I know he planned this

entire scenario because he wants me to be his fiancée.

Moreover, she had Lisa look into that matter early that morning, and it turned out that he was the one

who orchestrated the whole thing.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark. “Of course not. Telling you might mean you’ll stall. This is to push things

forward, so we’ll be engaged soon.”

Based on what Callum understood about Elspeth’s character, their engagement would be put off

indefinitely. Nevertheless, the sudden appearance of Eric convinced Callum that he needed to tie the

knot with her immediately or risk losing her forever.

“Still, you agree with my suggestion and go along with it, right?”

Her face immediately turned red when she heard that, and she swiftly hid her head under the blanket.

…

Elspeth did not feel well over the next few days, so she hid and rested at the Winthrop Residence. In

addition, all her work was handled by Harper and Timothy.

On the other hand, Timothy felt extremely upbeat that day, so he dragged Yelena, who had recently

gotten engaged, to the set. He also roped in the perpetually absent Blake and had them work on a new

show together while they were still trending.

Meanwhile, despite feeling unwell, Elspeth did not get the rest she needed. When Margot and

Theodore learned she was sick, they visited her room repeatedly, bringing hot, comforting soups and

stews.

That day, Margot brought a bowl of chicken soup she had spent hours on to Elspeth’s room. After a

quick, wary glance, she swiftly entered the room and closed the door behind her.

“Mrs. Winthrop, I really can’t drink anymore. I am so sick from days of drinking nothing but soup.” While

she did not want to drink the soup, she did not outright refuse it because Margot was her elder.

Then, Elspeth set the bowl on the bedside table. When Margot saw that, she pulled a wry grin on her

face. “It’s for your health. Your stomach hurts, so you must consume something hot to soothe it. I’ve

added quite a few herbs to the soup. It’s a recipe from a famous doctor. It will definitely work!”

Then, Elspeth dejectedly smiled at her. “Mrs. Winthrop, did you forget I study traditional medicine—”

“Everyone believes doctors cannot treat their own illnesses,” Margot interrupted. “Look at how many

years you’ve been suffering. The pain never got cured, did it? I think you have to find someone to help

you with it. Perhaps, some medicine will solve your issues.”

Elspeth knew Margot was acting in her best interests, so she had no choice but to accept the act of

kindness. On the other hand, she was secretly plotting her way out of her treatment.

“You must look after your body. Otherwise, you will have to live with pain after giving birth—”

While Margot continued to urge Elspeth to drink the soup, Elspeth suddenly recalled something. “Mrs.

Winthrop, you know my parents, right? I’d like to know more about my mother.”

Then, Elspeth’s heart sank with worry when she noticed Margot’s eyes flashed with an unrecognizable

emotion, and her smile faded. I shouldn’t have asked that question.

At that moment, she recalled how the Winthrops had gotten into a big fight over her mother. “I’ll stop

asking if you don’t want to speak about her,” she cautiously added.

However, Margot sighed and replied, “Why would I not? If you want to know, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Really? Thank you!” Elspeth exclaimed. Afterward, she straightened up and prepared herself to listen

to Margot.

“Your mother and I used to be close friends, but—”