Love's Perfect Match

After Slevin had sent Elspeth home, he sent Damian back as promised.
Elspeth felt a sense of relief as she looked at her son, who was standing in front of her with an excited expression. She pulled
him into her arms and asked, "Where did Uncle Slevin take you today, Damian?"
Then, the boy animatedly recounted every detail of his day's adventures. "Uncle Slevin asked someone to take me to many fun
places. We went to the zoo and ate fried chicken, which you usually won't allow me to eat. Frankly, I have no problem with him
being my daddy."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Elspeth knocked his head and added, "He can't be your daddy."
After hearing this, Damian glanced up and noticed an unusual expression on his mother's face. He was worried when he saw the
redness in the corner of her eyes, so he asked, "What's wrong, Mommy? Did Uncle Slevin hurt you? If he did that, tell me, and I
swear I will never let him get away with it!" The changes in his tone signaled a sudden transformation from his previously warm
and welcoming demeanor toward Slevin.
"I'm fine. Nonetheless, you should always remember that Callum is, and always will be, your daddy, alright?"
Although the boy was shocked by her words, he still nodded. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll listen to whatever you say."
Elspeth sighed in relief at Damian's obedience and said, "Now, Damian, there is something crucial I want you to remember. I will
pick you up for the next few days, so don't follow anyone except me, okay?"
Yet, the implication behind his mother's words eluded him, leaving him no choice but to inquire, "Did you get into a fight with
Uncle Slevin, Mommy? I have this intuition that you don't like him and want me to keep my distance."
Nonetheless, she felt helpless in the face of her son's overly sensitive nature and had no choice but to find an excuse. Thus, she
ruffled his hair and pretended to be mad. "Don't overthink it. It's just that I want to spend more time with you because we aren't
spending much time together recently. What's wrong with that? Don't you want to spend time with me?"
"Of course not. I want to be with you," Damian replied without hesitation. Then, he snuggled himself into Elspeth's embrace and

asked, "When will you be with Daddy, Mommy?" Mommy just said that my daddy is Callum. Does that mean she has accepted
him? he thought excitedly.
"We'll talk about this later. Isn't it time for you to go to bed?"
"I'll wash up and go to sleep now. Goodnight, Mommy!" While saying this, he nodded his head.
"Goodnight, darling."
After sending Damian back to his room, Elspeth sat on the couch, relaxed, and stared at the ceiling. The day's events remained
vivid in her memory, and Callum's words reverberated within her thoughts. However, a profound sense of remorse washed over
her as she couldn't shake the feeling that her words had deeply hurt him.
Now that she was immersed in her thoughts, she was abruptly brought back to the present by the sound of knocking resonating
through the door. Despite the audibility of the knocking, she could discern a sense of restraint in it.
Whom could it be at this late hour? Then, she stood up and, out of self-preservation, peered through the peephole, revealing a
towering visage that filled her field of vision. The sight of it startled her, so she retreated a few steps. In the meantime, the figure
outside knocked again, driven by a growing unease due to the absence of a response.
When Elspeth realized it was Callum, she quickly opened the door, and he leaned forward as soon as the door was open. The
sudden and tremendous force nearly sent her sprawling backward, but she regained her balance with the wall behind her, and
with a look of annoyance on her face, she pushed him upright. "What is the meaning of this, Callum? Why are you drunk late at
night?" She frowned at the stench of alcohol and glared at him, urging, "Hey, say something!"
"I... I miss you."
In contrast to his earlier demeanor, the man leaned heavily against her, his face flushed from the effects of heavy intoxication. In
a peculiar manner reminiscent of a cat, he rubbed himself against her, which triggered a sense of familiarity within her.
"Get up. I can't breathe when you are so heavy." While saying this, Elspeth pushed him away in disgust. It wasn't that she
harbored hatred toward him, but rather a strong distaste for those who indulged in excessive drinking. At this moment, Callum, in

his current state, was pushing his luck.
"You have to trust me, Elspeth. Slevin isn't a good person. He is trying to drift us apart to have you by himself. Yet, rather than
loving you, he is just using you. I am the only one who truly loves you—"
Meanwhile, his words stirred something within her for some inexplicable reason, and she couldn't resist playfully poking his
cheek. As his eyebrows knitted together, a reaction to her playful gesture, a surge of awe flooded her heart, leaving her utterly
captivated by his enigmatic charm. Then, she said softly, "I know, Callum. I know everything."
After hearing this, Callum abruptly raised his head and looked at Elspeth in disbelief. "Really? Do you know everything?"
"Of course. Having memory loss does not make me stupid. How can I not distinguish this?" She rolled her eyes but then patted
his face when she realized he couldn't see her reaction.
In an abrupt surge of anguish triggered by the recollection of her words, he lowered his head and uttered a hushed tone, "But...
That isn't what you said a few hours ago. You told me that you believe in Slevin."
"Damian is in his hands at that moment. What if something happened to him because I didn't oblige to his request? You seem
like a smart man, yet why can't you think this through?"
"I knew it. I knew you still remembered me. You trust me—" Callum giggled and flung himself toward Elspeth, rubbing his face
against hers. "Come home with me, Elspeth. We'll take Damian with us too."
Then, she glanced at him and said, "We'll see about that."
In that split second, his eyes lit up as he reassured her, "Don't worry. I swear I will treat you guys well."
"That's hard to say. Maybe you have a lover at home waiting for us." After all, five years have passed since then. As a man in his
thirties, he would need to release his stress physically, and I don't believe he could keep his hands to himself.
Within Elspeth's words lingered a subtle undercurrent of envy, and as Callum perceived it, he tenderly cupped her face, his gaze
filled with authentic surprise.

"Have you regained your memory?" His words flowed forth, accompanied by an intense gaze that bore into her soul as if his
penetrating stare could sear through her very being.
"You—" Despite her meticulous efforts to conceal her facade, the man before her had effortlessly pierced through it, leaving her
in profound devastation. "How did you find out?" Her initial intention had been to pull off a prank, but with the current turn of
events, she realized her plan would fall short.
As Elspeth bared her actions, a newfound clarity washed over Callum's eyes, dispelling the confusion that had clouded them
moments ago. "That's because... I am also pretending."