Love's perfect match novel (Elspeth and Callum) novel Chapter 549

Summary for Chapter 549: Love's perfect match novel (Elspeth and Callum)

Chapter Summary: Chapter 549 – Love's perfect match novel (Elspeth and Callum) by joy

In Chapter 549, a key moment in the Romance novel Love's perfect match novel (Elspeth and Callum), joy delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

Chapter 549 How Dare You

"She misunderstood," Hank explained as he pulled his arm away from Cecelia and looked Yelena in the eyes. "I explained it to her clearly. There is no need to continue with the acting."

Cecelia was just about to squeeze out some crocodile tears but had to retract them upon hearing that. Immediately, she pouted her lips. "Why didn't you say it earlier? I even had to pinch myself to squeeze out some tears. Don't you know that it hurts?"

However, Hank did not feel guilty at all. "Well, you didn't give me a chance to speak the moment you entered. You have been rambling about your sperm supplier."

Sperm supplier? Yelena shivered and looked at Cecelia with a strange look. Cecelia only realized that Yelena must have misunderstood Hank's meaning after pondering on her expression for a few seconds and immediately explained, "It's not what you think it is. Hank meant the father of my child!"

"The father of your child... You mean you're pregnant?" Yelena instinctively repeated her sentence, and a few seconds later, she pointed at Cecelia's belly and asked in a trembling voice.

"Yeah, it's normal nowadays to be sleeping with your partner, isn't it? Or are you implying that you and Hank have yet to develop to that stage? Hank might look cowardly and is a pure and innocent little virgin but don't underestimate him just because he looks average and has never even dated before. After all, he threw away piles of love letters like trash. So, it's normal that he doesn't have any experience in that matter."

Cecelia patted Yelena's shoulder with a solemn look. "You shouldn't abandon him just because he's a virgin. He can still be trained."

Yelena glanced at Hank, leaving aside the fact that he had never dated before… She thought that it was a miracle that someone had the guts to write him a love letter because he always looked like someone owed him a lot of money.

"Stop worrying about others and mind your own business first," he lashed out at Cecelia without having a single regard for the friendship. Only then did Yelena realize why Hank commented so confidently that he and Cecelia did not like each other and that any potential possibility of them eventually being together was laughable.

Alas, Yelena also did not expect that she needed to play the role of peacemaker at this moment. She pulled Hank's sleeve to signal him not to add fuel to the fire and then smiled to appease the about-to-explode Cecelia, "Okay, don't fight. Cecelia, you have a baby in your belly. You shouldn't get too riled up."

Cecelia nodded upon hearing Yelena's words and held her arm while she looked at Yelena sympathetically.

"Yelena, you're such a cute girl. I just don't understand how you could be with Hank. I don't think he's good enough for you. Why don't you break up with him, and I'll find you someone better? I met so many handsome guys when I was studying abroad. Let me bring you to see the world."

Hank instantly pulled Yelena behind him as if he was trying to shield her from Cecelia. His eyes darkened, and his tone became angry. "Cecelia, why don't you find yourself a knight in shining armor instead of meddling in other people's relationships?"

Cecelia no longer felt like messing around after getting reprimanded by him. So, she tossed away her phone in boredom. "Fine, then. Remember to protect your little sweetheart. You better watch out before someone else tries to pry her away from you since she's so cute."

"Mind your own business."

At that moment, Yelena noticed a figure walking toward the door and knew that it was an excellent opportunity to get the two's attention away from fighting each other again. So, she shook Hank's arm.

"We have a guest coming."

He narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at the person at the door.

Regardless, Hank slowly extended his right hand and said politely, "Nice to meet you." He neither admitted nor denied anything to lure the man in front of him to second-guess their relationship.

The man did not back down or intentionally make things difficult for him. Instead, he simply shook Hank's hand and introduced himself, "Nice to meet you too, Hank. My name is Yozan Harley."

Hank was taken aback by the name as it signified that the man had a considerable background.

The Harley Family was the best in the business circle, and the Damazios had both political and commercial connections with them. It would be an issue if the Damazios offended the Harley Family. Hank could feel a headache as he thought about this. He regretted asking Cecelia to help him in the first place because now he had to clean up after her mess.

"Baby, didn't you say you wanted to take me out on a date? Are we getting Japanese or French?" The word 'baby' made Hank uneasy as he felt goosebumps appearing on his skin.

He was unafraid of revenge from the Harley Family, but he could not stand the overly sweet nickname.

He shot a glance at Yelena, worried that she might be a little jealous, but to his amazement, she had already sat down at some point. She was also enthusiastically watching the drama unfolding before her eyes.

Yozan could not be easily fooled. He stared at Cecelia intensely, and this made her feel uncomfortable. "Baby?"

"Is there a problem? We call each other baby all the time as we are a couple," she retorted and stood even closer to Hank. "If there's nothing else, return to Serna and stop bothering us."

Yozan chuckled at those words. "Did I spoil you so badly that you dare to say such things to my face? Should I punish you for dating another man behind my back or for lying to me?" He stepped closer, creating an oppressive atmosphere.