Love's perfect match novel (Elspeth and Callum)
Chapter 411

Chapter 411 Do You Dislike Me?

Inevitably, Elspeth was uncomfortable letting Yelena see Hank alone. After her strong request, Yelena agreed to bring her along to his office since the company happened to be extremely close to her house. Yelena noticed that few people were working in the vast workspace and could not help but wonder. "Why is it crickets here?"

"Probably because there's nothing to do."

Elspeth's sarcasm was interrupted by Hank, who entered the room. He wore a huge and dazzling smile, asking, "Why are both of you here?"

"I'm here to accompany her, in case you have any ill will, stranger." Elspeth was prepared to defend Yelena.

Amused by her words, he replied as his brows twitched slightly. "All right, then. Come on in." He invited the ladies to have a seat on his couch. "Please explain what's going on. I'm all ears," he stated flatly.

Yelena frowned as she thought about what had happened at home. "My brother told me two days ago that there had been a little accident at our company. He only let me know the details after I annoyed him. He claimed that the Littles are attempting to frame our company to get us to breach the contract. We must not only pay huge liquidated damages but also face legal action."

She sighed numerous times when she recalled the crisis. Meanwhile, Hank merely grinned and said nothing.

"Don't just smile. Say something! What should I do?" Yelena was now as nervous as an ant on a hot pot, and his smile only served to fuel the fire.

"It's pointless for you to be anxious about this," he stated.

Instantaneously, she jumped to her feet and screamed at him, "Well, I am, and your nonchalance gets on my nerve!"

Hank took a hesitant step forward and placed his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. Then, he uttered quietly, "Okay. Now, relax. I didn't say I wouldn't help you. I'm just saying I can handle this situation without your excessive worry."

"Do you mean you're going to help me?" Yelena's fury had evaporated without a trace.

"Yes, like I told you over the phone earlier, I'll assist you." He smiled sympathetically as he offered her a teacup, adding, "Relax. You shouldn't be agitated all the time. Anger makes you age quicker because it accelerates the formation of wrinkles."

Hearing that, she was ashamed as she held the teacup, unsure what to do.

"I can assist you with this situation right away."

His statement soothed her, and her eyes widened in excitement. "Really?"

"There is, however, one condition. You agreed to come to my office and help me with some tasks. When can you start?" he asked.

She quickly stopped drinking the tea, seized the dishcloth on the table, and acted like a servant when she heard his question. "Mr. Damazio, I am always at your service. Please let me know if you require any assistance."

Hank could not help but be captivated by her large eyes, which were as innocuous as puppies but with a twinkle of slyness. His voice tinged with mystery as he beamed. "Your first task is to have some tea with me."

Suddenly, Elspeth felt like a third wheel in the room. What is wrong with them?

He noticed her unease and remarked, "The issue has been resolved. Miss Lynwood, do you require any other assistance?"

He's insinuating that I leave.

Elspeth focused her attention on his lovely features. Thus far, he appeared to be innocent, which eventually watered down her suspicion. "Okay. I'll get going if there's nothing else." She rose to her feet, poised and pleasant.

"I'll see you later." Hank is overjoyed to see her go since he was eager to spend time alone with Yelena.

"I have something to say, Mr. Damazio," Elspeth piped up, her eyes gleaming like needles.

"Go ahead, Miss Lynwood."

"Yelena is naïve, so I hope you don't take advantage of her. If you do, I will come to fight you."

He smiled softly at Elspeth, who was lovely yet cunning. "Don't worry. You won't have to do that."

"Cool." Only then did she feel at ease enough to go.

At Winthrop Group, Jasmine had been worried that Callum would be displeased because of the forty million, so she kept a close eye on him as he approached his office. "Callum, I noticed you were a little unhappy when you signed the contract earlier," she expressed enthusiastically, taking modest steps behind him.

"No, you're overthinking things." He strode forward in quick steps, showing no sign of stopping for her.

"Forty million is a bit much... How about I inform my father to pay the money?" She was concerned that this would tarnish her image in Callum's eyes.

Will the fact that I abruptly give up on objecting earlier at the cafe make Callum think that I, too, am a materialistic woman? No, I must not demolish the image I had created. While I'm aware that my dad would be furious, that's still forty million! Doesn't a project only cost a few tens of million?

"It's fine." Callum's voice was gentle and calm with no shift in emotion.

"Don't be angry, Callum. I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have allowed you to spend this much-"

Jasmine wanted to continue speaking when she was interrupted. "Enough. As I've said, this has nothing to do with you." His strong voice was tinged with rage.

Hence, she had no choice but to play her trump card. "Callum, I know you dislike me, but if you genuinely feel unhappy with me, then we can..."

She had yet to finish her sentence when he came to a halt. He turned back, his face no longer tinged with anger but with a more integrated smile that appeared abruptly. "You're being silly again."