I Saved My Fiancé Before He Became a Billionaire Chapter 07
I had no idea how Elias did it-who he talked to, what he said-but the police statement was
handled completely smoothly, no trouble at all.
I still had the back-alley bullying video on my phone, safe and clear.
While Elias ate dinner quietly, I pulled out my phone and showed it to him gently.
“Do you need this? The video?”
“I thought about leaking it, posting it online, using public pressure to help you, to stop them.”
“But right now, it wouldn’t be good for you. Too risky. You’d get hurt worse.”
Besides, his stepmom meant everything to him, his only weak spot.
If the video got out, spread online, Noah might not even get punished seriously-his family had too
much power, too much money.
But Elias and his mom would definitely be punished, hurt, isolated by the Blackwood family.
Elias listened quietly, not interrupting, his eyes fixed on the video,
Then he nodded slowly, firmly, agreeing.
“You’re right. You’re always right.”
He took a big, quick bite of food and ate fast, falling back into old habits.
I tapped the table gently but firmly, telling him to slow down, to listen.
“If you eat that fast again, I’ll be mad. Really mad. Don’t make me upset.”
I’d meant to say I’d take away his food, punish him that way.
But that felt too cruel, too hurtful, especially for him.
So I changed the words, softened them.
When Elias slowed down, eating slowly and carefully, I continued softly.
“You have to hold on until college application season. Just a little longer.”
“Once you graduate St. Raven and get away from the Blackwoods, things will be easier. So much
easier.”
Part of why Elias suffered so much, lived in such poverty, was Noah ruining every part-time job he tried to get.
TA, library monitor, barista, café worker -any way to earn money, Noah sabotaged it, blocked him.
The monthly allowance the Blackwoods gave him was almost nothing by the time it reached him,
stolen and trimmed down.
Two hundred dollars a month. Only $200.
Elias had to live on that for four full weeks. Buy food, supplies, everything.
It wasn’t even enough for Noah’s tip at a fancy private club, a single drink.
That was why Elias was always starving, always hungry, always craving food.
He barely lifted his head from his food, his voice muffled.
“You’re right.”
I laughed softly, amused and fond.
“Why do you only say ‘you’re right’? That’s your only sentence.”
Elias looked completely serious, not joking at all.
“Because you’re right. About everything.”
I leaned on the table and laughed happily, my heart light.
When I calmed down, I rested my chin in my hand and looked at him, playful.
“Elias, is my cooking good? Be honest.”
He ate so eagerly, so happily. If he said no, I’d pretend to turn him into a meal.
He took a piece of vegetable and ate it slowly, obediently.
“You’re right.”
“Then am I nice? A good person?”
Elias saw I was messing with him and looked helpless, amused, fond.
“You’re right.”
I pointed at myself proudly, grinning.
“Then look at me. Am I girlfriend material? Future-wife material?”
Elias choked suddenly and started coughing hard, his face turning red.
I stood up quickly and patted his back gently, worried.
His eyes watered, he coughed uncontrollably, and he stammered, “But you said… you’re my future
wife.”
I nodded quickly, over and over, my eyes bright with excitement.
“Right! Right! Exactly! I am!”
He lowered his head and kept eating, trying to hide his red face.
I felt wronged, pouting playfully.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Why are you ignoring me?”
“I’ve got the looks, the body, the personality, the everything.”
“What could you possibly not like? I’m perfect.”
Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, wouldn’t reply, he said quietly, his voice rough, “Then why ask? You already know the answer.”
His tone was tough, pretending to be calm.
But the tips of his ears were bright red, burning with embarrassment.
He was so shy. So cute. So adorable.
It was absolutely deadly.
I couldn’t kiss him now, couldn’t touch him the way I wanted to.
When I got back, I’d kiss future Elias senseless, nonstop, for hours.
His teenage self was this cute, this shy, this fragile.
Blushing and speechless over a few simple words. Unbelievable.
