Don't Say You Love Me

The next morning, I was woken up by Elliot.

As usual, he had already squeezed toothpaste onto my brush for me and was even clumsily trying to make breakfast in the kitchen.

While I was brushing my teeth, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and said softly, "Holly, it was my fault. How could I let you go to such an important checkup alone? Let me make it up to you today. I'll go with you, okay?"

Before I could respond, he ruffled my hair and flashed an innocent, boyish smile at me.

As I watched him move around the kitchen, a bitter ache welled up inside me.

Elliot was always so hot and cold. I had been with him for six years, yet only now did I realize that I had never truly known him.

But it didn't matter now. I didn't love him any longer, and I didn't need to understand him anymore, either.

When we arrived at the hospital, Chelsea was there too. She was visiting the dermatology department.

As a top actress, she was instantly surrounded by fans wherever she went. From a distance, I could already hear their excited chatter.

"Poor Chelsea! She just recovered from a serious illness a few years ago, and now she has to come back to the hospital again."

"Don't worry—she'll be fine. This is the best hospital in the city."

"Besides, Elliot practically owns this hospital. And he's Chelsea's rumored boyfriend, her biggest supporter. He'll do whatever it takes to take care of her."

"Wow, a famous actress and a powerful CEO? Sounds like a perfect match!"

The next moment, Chelsea's eyes locked onto Elliot's figure in the crowd. She called out his name excitedly.

The fans turned to look at us.

Chelsea ran straight toward Elliot, wrapping her arms around his in an affectionate embrace.

"Elliot, it's all your fault for insisting we eat king crab last night. Now, I have an allergic reaction! So, are you here today just to take care of me? If that's the case, I guess I can forgive you."

Elliot glanced at me, then back at Chelsea. In the end, he simply smiled and nodded at her.

The crowd around us practically swooned over their interaction.

I knew then that Elliot was going to abandon me again. I locked eyes with him, my voice steady and deliberate. "Elliot, didn't you say you were coming with me to my checkup?"

The onlookers gasped at the unexpected revelation.

A flicker of hesitation flashed through Elliot's eyes, and for a second, he looked like he might step toward me.

However, Chelsea quickly pulled him back. The sweetness in her expression was gone, replaced by cold arrogance and smugness.

"Elliot, isn't she just your housekeeper? You've already done enough by driving her to the hospital. There's no need to accompany her inside.

"If people see you with her, they might think that the baby is yours. That wouldn't just hurt your reputation—it could damage the company's image, too."

At her words, the crowd seemed to come to a realization. Their gazes shifted toward me, now filled with disdain.

Elliot opened his mouth slightly as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't defend me at all. He simply let Chelsea lead him away, leaving me standing there alone.