I Saved My Fiancé Before He Became a Billionaire Chapter 06
In an instant, the tips of Elias’s ears turned light pink, then bright red.
He panicked and looked away immediately, his eyes darting wildly.
His previously empty, lifeless eyes lit up suddenly, full of fluster, embarrassment, panic.
I didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to embarrass him.
But buying new clothes would cost millions with that cursed 1:1000 multiplier.
I had no idea how long I’d stay here, how long I’d survive.
But Elias had to eat. Food came first. Always.
“I’ll buy my own underwear, of course. Necessary stuff.”
I added quickly, trying to calm his panic.
“Just give me some old T-shirts, shirts, boxers you don’t wear anymore. That’s all I need.”
I was a little embarrassed at first, a little shy.
But watching Elias panic, not knowing where to put his hands, his face flaming red—I wanted to
tease him, just a little.
“Oh, wait. One more thing.”
I blinked at him, playful and innocent.
“Do you have printed boxers? Fun ones?”
Probably not. No way.
Future Elias dressed neatly, formally, conservatively.
This teenage version buttoned his shirts all the way up to the top, strict and proper.
So innocent. So shy. So easy to fluster.
Elias waved his hands hurriedly, frantically, shaking his head.
His face was bright red, his ears burning.
“Stop it. Don’t say that. Please.”
Oh. So that’s where future Elias got it-teasing me until I was red and begging him to stop.
It was fun. Admittedly, very fun.
I held back my grin, trying to look serious.
“Fine, I won’t bother you. I’m sorry.”
“I just… can’t wear new clothes. Never could. I break out in a horrible rash, all over my body.
Allergic.”
I was good at making up excuses, lying smoothly.
But I felt a little guilty, picking on him when he was already so fragile.
Elias mumbled softly, defeated, “I won’t ignore you. I’m not ignoring you.”
Then he turned and hurried into his bedroom, his steps fast and embarrassed.
Before closing the door all the way, he peeked his head out, watching me.
I sighed softly, my heart heavy.
Worrying about how to spend my money wisely, make it last.
After calculating carefully, I realized the cold truth:
In a few short months, I’d be starving right along with Elias. No money left.
So annoying. So frustrating.
I brushed my messy hair back and poured myself a glass of water, trying to calm down.
Then I remembered something important, something terrifying.
The police had asked me to give a formal statement during the day.
I said I’d take Elias to the urgent care clinic first and come tomorrow.
Now there was a huge, unavoidable problem:
I didn’t have a valid ID, no driver’s license, no social security card-nothing in this timeline.
I couldn’t go give that statement. Couldn’t.
Otherwise, when they checked my identity, ran my name…
Nope. I’d turn myself in, get arrested for identity fraud.
Frustrated, I drank the whole glass of water in one go.
I threw myself on the couch and yelled loudly, frustrated, “AAAAH—”
A small head peeked out nervously from behind the closed bedroom door.
Elias looked troubled, guilty, worried.
“Don’t do that. Don’t yell. Please.”
“I wasn’t really ignoring you. I’m sorry.”
“Here. I have something for you.”
“Please stop yelling. I’ll give you what you want.”
He tossed a soft fabric bag from behind the door. It landed right in front of me on the couch.
I sat up immediately, excited and curious, and picked it up.
Inside were his old, soft cotton shirts and altered St. Raven uniform trousers, cut short to fit me.
The head behind the door mumbled softly, his voice getting quieter and quieter with
embarrassment.
“Old clothes of mine. Don’t wear them anymore.”
“A little small, but they’ll fit you.”
“For you. I washed them. All clean.”
I laughed out loud, warm and fond.
“Why are you hiding behind the door? Embarrassed? That’s so cute.”
Behind the door, everything went completely quiet. No sound at all.
After a long, heavy moment, Elias’s muffled, embarrassed voice came through the wood.
“Why are you so comfortable with this? So casual?”
He didn’t sound happy. Not at all.
There was a quiet roughness, jealousy, in his tone.
I thought for a second and smiled, teasing gently.
“You taught me. The future you taught me all this. Every single thing.”
“That’s why I’m not shy at all. You made me this way.”
He didn’t reply. No sound.
I didn’t care. I went on, pouting slightly.
“I don’t want to give the police statement. I’m scared. Elias, what should I do?”
He answered immediately, without hesitation, strong and steady.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll go. I’ll do it. For you.”
I sat on the couch, swinging my legs softly, my heart full.
All I could think about was the night before our wedding, in the future.
I’d curled up in Elias’s arms, scared, nervous, crying a little.
He’d patted my back gently, calming me, whispering softly.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s okay.”
“If it’s too much, I’ll go alone. I don’t mind.”
“Everyone knows you’re the bride anyway. No one will care.”
His gentle joke had eased all my anxiety, all my fear.
And now.
Three years before we met, teenage Elias was saying the exact same kind of thing. Protecting me.
There was rustling, quiet movement behind the door.
Elias pushed it open suddenly and stood seriously in the doorway, his face still pink.
“Good night. Sleep well.”
I stopped swinging my legs immediately, surprised.
Then I smiled, my eyes crinkling with warmth and love.
Was that his shy, embarrassed way of answering my teasing?
