Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 423: Chapter 425: Hard to say, after all, you’ve been coveting me for a long time.

If he had taken advantage of her when he was drunk back then, she wouldn’t have let it go so easily. She wouldn’t have simply let the matter slide; she would have definitely made sure both their parents knew and forced him to take responsibility for her. But she hadn’t. She had acted as if nothing had happened. She hadn’t used the incident to threaten him in the slightest. Now, for him to think of her like this... it was truly the height of irony.

William Guillen was taken aback. He seemed to remember taking her. The corner of his lips tightened slightly, and his eyes flickered. Evidently, he also realized he had misunderstood her.

”There’s a telephone here. You can call the servant and have them bring up the spare keys to open the door. There’s absolutely no need to shout and wake up Uncle Guillen and Auntie.”

Once Fluffy Zane finished speaking, she opened the wardrobe, took out a change of clothes, and without a glance at him, entered the bath chamber.

BANG!

The bath chamber door shut, making quite a noise.

William Guillen irritably combed through his hair. ”What a fiery temper,” he muttered.

He walked to the bedside, picked up the landline on the bedside table, and pressed the intercom button.

The telephone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

What the hell is going on!

He took a deep breath and slammed down the telephone. Alexander Guillen, you’re ruthless! So, she’s determined to lock me and Fluffy Zane in a bedroom together, is she? Fine, as she wishes. In any case, I wouldn’t do anything beastly to Fluffy Zane.

After Fluffy Zane had bathed and put on her bathrobe, she heard no noise from the bedroom. Thinking William Guillen had already left, she opened the bath chamber door.

The moment she opened the door, she saw William Guillen lying casually on the bed, his hands clasped behind his head.

She froze. ”Why haven’t you left yet?”

William Guillen lazily opened his eyes. ”The telephone line outside has been disconnected. The call can’t get through.”

Fluffy Zane was speechless.

”There’s no other way. Tonight, you’ll just have to make do and share a room with me.”

Fluffy Zane was speechless again.

”If you’re not willing, then you can sleep on the sofa.”

Hearing this, Fluffy Zane was so angered she laughed derisively. ”Why should I sleep on the sofa? William Guillen, where’s your gentlemanly demeanor?”

”You know I only pretend to be like that in front of outsiders.”

Fluffy Zane found herself speechless; she had never seen anyone so frankly rip off their own hypocritical mask.

”I am not sleeping on the sofa,” Fluffy Zane grumbled. Making a girl sleep on the sofa while he hogged the bed—was there any justice in this world?

William Guillen was obviously prepared. He freed one hand and patted the spot next to him on the bed. ”I’ll give you half. Let’s agree beforehand: neither of us is allowed to do anything improper.”

Fluffy Zane was enraged. Her fists clenched, and she growled, ”William Guillen, have you no shame! Do I look like the type of person who would do anything improper to you?”

”One can never be sure. After all, you’ve coveted me for a long time.”

”Shameless!”

”So, have you chosen to sleep on the sofa then? Excellent, that suits me perfectly.”

Fearing he would actually monopolize the bed, Fluffy Zane quickly ran to the bedside and jumped onto it.

She swiftly lay down, her body pressed tightly against the edge of the bed, terrified of getting too close to him and giving him the mistaken impression that she coveted his body and intended to make a move on him.

William Guillen chuckled lightly. He suddenly found that teasing her was quite amusing.

He sat up, got off the bed, and went into the bath chamber.

The sound of running water started up.

Lying on the bed, Fluffy Zane stared blankly at the ceiling. Even now, she still couldn’t quite process it... She was really going to spend the night in the same bed as William Guillen... Although it was just sharing a bed, purely platonically, for her, it was an incredibly thrilling prospect.