Love’s Perfect Match Chapter 336

Elspeth ran to the bathroom and washed her hands before hurrying to the kitchen to help set the table.

After that, she plonked herself down, spooned up the food, and put it in her mouth. “Apart from

anything else, you’re pretty good at cooking.”“Why wouldn’t you notice that I have other strong points

besides my cooking?” Arthur complained. Taking off his apron, he placed it aside on the dining table

before sitting down to dine with her.“Sorry, but I don’t really have much of a good impression of you,”

Elspeth replied, slurring her words with her mouth full.Arthur spent a long time poking at the dishes

before him without actually picking up any. “I’m speechless.”Noticing that he seemed kind of unhappy,

Elspeth quickly changed the subject. “By the way, Emma has arrived in Eden. Do you know

that?”Arthur paused for a moment. “How did you know about this?”Elspeth froze before she could blurt

out the answer. “Uh, she’s gonna attend some Fashion Week, no? It’s been announced on the

news.”Arthur looked askance at her before picking up the remote control on the dining table and turning

on the TV.The news of Emma attending a fashion show in Eden had just aired on TV right after Elspeth

had blurted out her reply. Realizing that the timelines didn’t match up, she had no choice but to make

up another lie to cover up the previous one. With a flicker in her eyes, she said, “I read about it on

some tabloid website.”Arthur was in no hurry to expose her lies either. He asked with a calm smile, “On

which website did you read about it? I’d love to know that. Its source is so accurate.”“Is there anything

that I’m unaware of? I’m a world-famous hacker, after all,” Elspeth replied. With the world’s best search

device in her possession, learning about these things was merely a piece of cake.“So? So what if she’s

in Eden?” Arthur ate his meal leisurely.A look of disbelief touched Elspeth’s face when she saw how

calm he looked. “Aren’t you supposed to be excited about her coming here? You used to be Emma’s

*ss-kisser, no?”Arthur’s lips twitched for a moment. “I’m bored with kissing her *ss. One has to stop

when their feelings for someone don’t get reciprocated.” I swear I’m only saying this to stall her off, he

thought to himself.However, seeing how he looked a little downcast, Elspeth realized she had touched

a sore spot with him. Patting him on the shoulder with a chivalrous expression, she said out of a sense

of justice, “Alright, don’t upset yourself. So what if you’ve been an *ss-kisser? It’s not something

embarrassing, anyway. One’s called an *ss-kisser when they kiss a woman’s *ss, but if they kiss the

*sses of all women, they’re called a feminist ally! Instead of being *ss-kissers of Emma alone, let’s be

feminist allies of all pretty ladies!”Arthur instantly laughed in amusement at such a valiant and animated

speech. Putting down his cutlery, he looked her square in the face with a smile crinkling his eyes,

asking, “Should I kiss your *ss as well, then?”“Okay…” Elspeth said before immediately retracting her

hand in a fluster without finishing her sentence. “What do you mean? I’m comforting you, so don’t be

ungrateful!” Kiss my *ss? I’m grateful enough that he doesn’t make an attempt on my life!Arthur stared

steadily at her, his gaze unwavering. “But I suddenly feel that you’re cuter than her. Can’t I love you

instead?”Elspeth refused right away, saying, “I’d rather let Emma have the good luck. Not everyone’s

lucky enough to be able to handle such oppressive feelings.”This was the first time Arthur heard such a

novel word. He asked curiously, “Oh, is that so? Are my feelings oppressive?” “Of course. If not, why

would she choose Callum over you?”Had the comparison not been made between him and Callum,

Arthur wouldn’t have been wounded by such words. His face fell at once, and he said, “Could you not

mention that guy in front of me?”Elspeth didn’t really care about it, though. “Sorry for touching a sore

spot with you,” she apologized with feigned remorse. Then, putting a drumstick in her mouth, she

sneaked straight up the stairs, saying, “I’m going back to my room first, so could you help do the

dishes?” With that, she entered her room and slammed the door shut.Arthur stared at the dirty dishes

all over the dining table before him. Then, taking a look at her disappearing figure from behind, he

couldn’t help chuckling to himself. This woman is much more interesting than Emma.…Upon returning

to her room, Elspeth dared not lie down on the job anymore; she unlocked her tablet and began to

search for Rayan’s information. It read, ‘Rayan Adler. Male, 28 years old. Likes horse racing, playing

golf, clubbing, and drinking.’Forget about playing golf, but horse racing… Won’t he actually crush his

horse to death with his apparent weight of more than 220 pounds? Well, this isn’t part of what I should

consider, anyway.According to the information, Rayan would usually spend time at a racetrack on the

second day of every weekend. He would get a young lady to go horse racing with him. Then, the two

would ride a horse together, going deep into the woods of the stud farm before coming back about an

hour later. Naturally, it went without saying what they did there.This sent a shudder of disgust through

Elspeth, but she kept on reading despite the goosebumps all over her body.As it happened, Rayan

would have time for fun again this weekend, which meant that she would be able to accomplish her

task as long as she became an employee of the racetrack he frequented and got him to choose her. To

her, this was undoubtedly a good idea, so she immediately put it into action, asking Logan for a couple

of days off so that she could go to the racetrack tomorrow and see if she could get a part-time job

there.She slept all the way until night. Not having to work at the nightclub, she woke up at night without

feeling burdened, though she was quite annoyed by the knock on the door. “Who is it?”“It’s me.”Elspeth

had woken up in an irritable mood, so Arthur’s gentle voice instantly sparked her anger. “Can you stop

bothering me? I just woke up!”Arthur coolly toyed with the envelope in his hand while ignoring her

temper completely. “Would you like to attend tomorrow’s Fashion Week with me? I got you an

invitation.”Fashion Week? Elspeth’s eyes lit up at once. Forgetting about her foul temper, she

immediately pulled the door open, asking, “Really?”“Yes, of course.” Arthur nodded before darting a

glance at her. “But you have to do as I say.”Elspeth was instantly discouraged by his words. “Why?”“It’s

because only I have the invitation.” Arthur sounded smug as he held up the envelope in his hand. “We’ll

present ourselves before everyone with you posing as my companion.”Elspeth objected, “Won’t that

make me a cat’s paw of yours?” She felt uncomfortable at the thought of herself becoming a tool to

provoke Emma’s anger. Emma’s going to attend Fashion Week. If he forces me into posing as his

companion, it’ll likely be for pissing her off. After all, judging by his attitude, he’s probably holding a

grudge for never getting to be her boyfriend, which still rankles him.Arthur rubbed his chin and replied

with a smile, “You’re pretty smart, huh?”“Scram!” Elspeth banged the door shut and lay on the bed

while reading the information shown on the tablet beside her. After struggling in her mind for about one-

hundredth of a second, she resolutely chose to give in.