Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 690: Chapter 693: Fine... Just This One Time

Fluffy Zane no longer understood what he was trying to do.

If he didn’t like her, he should keep his distance. If he got too close, she would inevitably misunderstand and imagine he had feelings for her. Since he didn’t like her, he should stay far away—the farther, the better—and stop giving her any illusions or opportunities for such wishful thinking.

”I meant to apologize.” William Guillen released her hand and put both hands into his suit trouser pockets.

He had come straight from the company, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, the very picture of a debonair gentleman. His smile was gentle, and his eyes held a soft light.

If she hadn’t known so clearly that he didn’t like her, Fluffy Zane could easily have drowned in those tender eyes, unable to pull herself away. It was precisely because she understood—understood with absolute clarity—that he didn’t like her, that she repeatedly held herself back. Don’t think about him, don’t look at him. And absolutely don’t let him bewitch you again...

”I don’t need your apology,” Fluffy Zane said stubbornly, her lips pressed into a thin line. His apology could only soothe his own conscience. It couldn’t earn her forgiveness. Why should she compromise herself, lie against her conscience by saying it was okay, just to let him feel at ease?

William Guillen looked at her intently for a moment, then nodded in understanding. ”Alright, I respect your wishes.”

With a slight nod, he turned and left the bedroom.

Mr. and Mrs. Zane were surprised to see William Guillen hurrying downstairs. ”Lan Singh, where are you off to?”

”Uncle, Auntie, I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll be heading back now. I won’t trouble you any further.”

Mrs. Zane warmly invited, ”Dinner is ready. Why don’t you eat with us before you go?”

”There’s no need, Auntie. I have some public affairs to deal with that can’t be delayed.”

”Alright then, drive carefully and be safe.”

”Goodbye, Uncle. Goodbye, Auntie.”

William Guillen departed swiftly. Just as he stepped outside, he saw Jim Jones entering with a bouquet of gypsophila.

”What a coincidence,” Jim Jones greeted him first, his handsome face calm and composed.

William Guillen curved his lips into a smile but said nothing, quickly walking past him.

He got into his car, started the engine, turned around, and drove off.

William Guillen lowered the car window, resting his elbow on the frame. He chuckled softly. It seemed he had indeed come at an inopportune time tonight, interrupting something pleasant for others. Forget it... Just this once. There won’t be a next time.

Fluffy Zane stood rooted to the spot, listening as William Guillen’s footsteps faded into the distance, an ache of emptiness blooming in her chest.

She closed her eyes, sensing the constricting ache in her heart intensify.

Footsteps approached. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The flicker of joy in her eyes died in an instant.

”Fluffy, why are you standing here?”

Jim Jones appeared at the bedroom doorway, a curious frown on his face as he walked towards her.

In that instant, the carefully guarded flicker of hope was extinguished. It wasn’t him... It wasn’t William Guillen. He’d left... A man as proud as him, driven away by her anger—how could he possibly turn back? He wasn’t that kind of person.

Fluffy Zane took a deep breath and forced a smile. ”I was just about to go downstairs for dinner, but I’m having trouble with my legs, so I stopped to rest for a moment.”

”If your legs are giving you trouble, why didn’t you call a servant to help?” Jim Jones asked, one hand steadying her shoulder, the other supporting her arm. ”Watch your step,” he added gently.

They went downstairs together. Mrs. Zane observed Jim Jones with the appraising gaze of a potential mother-in-law, and the more she looked, the more she liked what she saw.

”Fluffy, Jim, dinner is ready. Come and eat.”

”Alright, Auntie.”