Pampered by My Secret Husband

The heartbeat started to accelerate, the palm was sweaty from nervousness, she pursed the corner of her lips, her voice hoarse with an almost imperceptible tremor, ”William Guillen, I’ve regretted it.”

”...”

”I take back what I said that day.”

Fluffy Zane anxiously clutched his wrist, her voice low, so light that it seemed it would disperse in the wind, ”Be with me, okay?”

Words of humility, with a cautious plea.

William Guillen’s thin lips were slightly pursed; he looked at her with a gaze that was complex and deep, like a bottomless cold pool, leaving Fluffy Zane unable to fathom any of his thoughts.

As time ticked by every minute and every second, Fluffy Zane’s heart gradually grew cold.

She stubbornly refused to let go of his wrist, ”William Guillen, be with me, will you?”

William Guillen brushed away her hand, ”I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

After speaking, he strode away.

Fluffy Zane lay on the quilt, tears uncontrollably flowing from her eyes. She was rejected...

What was there to be sad about? Hadn’t she already gotten used to his rejection?

Fluffy Zane raised her hand, knocking on her own head, ”Fluffy Zane, are you stupid... are you stupid...”

At that time, the opportunity was right in front of her, she insisted on refusing, unwilling to repay kindness with more kindness, but now she regretted it.

She still ended up trying to repay kindness with more kindness, asking him to be with her.

She finally became the person she hated, moving further and further down this path...

Fluffy Zane ultimately did not go down the stairs; her leg wasn’t in pain, the leg pain was just an excuse.

William Guillen stood smoking in the courtyard, waiting for more than 10 minutes before the servant hurriedly ran out from inside, ”Young Master Guillen, Miss said you should leave, she’s fine now.”

Fine now?

The hand holding the cigarette was just about to be brought to his lips for a deep draw, but upon hearing the servant’s words, William Guillen’s hand stiffened in midair.

His brow furrowed deeply, and his voice dropped a few notches, ”She’s fine now?”

”Yes, Miss said so, Young Master Guillen, you should leave.” After speaking, the servant didn’t wait for his response and turned to leave.

William Guillen lifted his head, looking towards the direction of Fluffy Zane’s bedroom, took a deep breath, and smiled.

After the length of time it took to smoke one cigarette, he turned, got in the car, and left.

He drove to the company, worked throughout the day, yet his mood was still somewhat complicated.

He happened to receive a phone call from Thomas Shannon, and the idea of the two going to the bar for a few drinks was mutually agreed upon.

In the private leisure club, Thomas Shannon had already arrived first, in the large private room, he drummed his long legs sitting on the sofa, wine glass in hand, sipping lightly.

When William Guillen stepped into the private room, Thomas Shannon only lazily raised an eyebrow, ”You’re here.”

Sitting on the sofa, William Guillen poured himself a glass of wine, the spicy tequila slipping down his esophagus, every sensory receptor in his body tingling with unusual sharpness.

He swirled the wine glass and pursed his lips, ”Aren’t things going well for you and Cecilia Branford? Isn’t it risky to leave her alone in the hotel, fearing she might get lonely?”

Thomas Shannon glanced at him, not responding.

”Thomas, I really don’t understand you, you know perfectly well that Cecilia now is just an imposter, so why treat her so well?”

William Guillen stared at him, the courage from alcohol allowing him to say things he wouldn’t normally dare to, now spilling out like a barrel spilling beans, ”You’re not just interested in her because she looks like the maniac, right? Thomas, if you’re truly that superficial, I would look down on you. There are thousands of women under the sky; if it doesn’t work out, we can just find another, no need to cling to the same tree.”