Chapter 194 I'm Furious, Do You Want to Be Without a Husband?
When Ava heard this, she let out a huge sigh of relief.
She had been so worried that Aria wouldn't make it back within the required time. Sure enough! The richer the family, the less they treat their daughter-in-law like a human being - that saying was really true.
Aria had been beaten until she went into premature labor and gave birth, and this family still wanted to kick her out. If this got out, it would definitely make the news.
When Aria came out after her shower, Emma played with the baby for a bit and then left.
"Did you find anyone? How did it go?"
Aria kept her head down, not saying a word. That expression said it all.
Ava sighed, "Well, try not to overthink it."
Aria nodded helplessly. Just thinking about William's look made her feel like she'd fallen into an ice cellar.
A man even the Wood family couldn't mess with - where did she get the nerve to provoke him?
As Aria spoke, she picked up her phone from the sofa and glanced at it. A Facebook notification popped up, and she accidentally clicked on it.
She glanced at it casually and froze completely.
So the figure who left with William in the elevator today was Thalia?
The two looked so close, exactly like a couple in the middle of a passionate romance.
If William was really with Thalia, could all of this be a trap William set up to get Thalia?
If it was true, then right now William must be...
Aria didn't dare think about it.
If William's scheming really ran this deep, it was too terrifying.
Thalia was like a little white rabbit running through the forest, step by step running into the trap William had drawn for her.
...
"Mr. Brown."
"Is Mrs. Brown back?" William returned to Maple Grove Villas with a dark expression.
Fallon didn't dare be vague: "She's back, playing with the cat in the backyard."
William took off his suit jacket, handed it to Fallon, and walked toward the backyard lawn. From a distance, he could see Thalia wearing a white dress, her half-wet hair hanging loose, holding a bowl of something, eating while playing with the cat.
She seemed pretty relaxed.
The sound of the glass door opening caught Thalia's attention.
She saw William walking over in a white shirt, with water stains from the party still visible around his waist.
She said sarcastically, "I thought you wouldn't have time to come back tonight!"
William bent down to pick up the ball the cat had batted over: "If I didn't come back, would Mrs. Brown be pretty happy?"
The ragdoll cat ran to William's feet, looking up at the ball in his hand and meowing a few times.
William threw the ball.
The cat ran after it.
"What kind of talk is that? My husband is about to go whoring around, and I should be happy?"
"Whoring around?" William pondered her words.
"Isn't it? Everyone saw it! Nora was practically glued to your bones."
William laughed mockingly, "Another woman throws herself at your husband, and instead of coming to rescue me, you mock me?"
"Rescue you? Please! I could see you were enjoying it."
Night fell deep. Maple Grove Villas stood at the highest point of Emerald City, with a beautiful and quiet environment.
Between their back-and-forth, the sounds of insects and birds chirping mixed in, like the chorus of a song, gleefully waiting for them to fight.
If this were before, Thalia might have joined in the fun on a whim, but ever since she learned about William's far-reaching power, she suddenly felt that as long as William didn't want to, no one could force him to say or do anything he didn't want to do.
William stared at her intently, as if he wanted to poke holes through her bones.
Thalia held up the delicate fruit plate and moved closer: "Mr. Brown, you didn't do this on purpose to make me jealous, did you? I've seen way too many scheming men like you."
"Thalia," William said through gritted teeth.
Thalia ignored William's gritted teeth, reached out to pet the cat, and said to it, "William is such a manipulative man!"
"Let's go inside."
Thalia had just taken two steps when William's large hand reached from behind, pressed against her waist, and his lips met hers.
Thalia's mind went blank.
Was he getting physical with her?
She threw away the fruit plate in her hand, hooked her arms around William's neck, and kissed him back right there in broad daylight. Not only did she kiss him, but she also started pulling at his clothes, pulling his shirt out from his dress pants, pushing it up, and using her free hand to undo William's buttons.
William was shocked by Thalia's actions.
The backyard was open, with numerous surveillance cameras. The people in the monitoring room might be watching them tussle right now.
William held back his urge to deal with Thalia, grabbed her wrist, and stared straight at her.
"Why'd you stop? Not continuing?"
Thalia tilted her head with a thoughtful look: "Mr. Brown won't let me take off your clothes? Then I'll take off my own?"
With that, she started pulling at the straps of her dress.
"Thalia..."
"What? I'm taking off my own clothes, and you're still yelling at me."
"Have you no shame? There are so many cameras behind us."
"No shame! I'm married anyway, I'm your wife. Taking off my clothes in front of your staff, it's your reputation that's ruined. At most, I'll just be seen for a few seconds. So what if they see? I'm a celebrity - am I supposed to be afraid of being looked at?"
William was furious. He knew Thalia was doing this on purpose.
Thalia held onto the idea of mutual destruction and stubbornly fought with William.
In the monitoring room, everyone who saw this scene wished they could gouge out their own eyes. Were these things they were allowed to see?
In the backyard, William was quite angry, staring at Thalia with a chilling gaze.
"Thalia."
"What?"
"You're going to be the death of me. Do you want to be without a husband?"
"Nonsense. If you die, I'll find another man right away. I'm not going to marry only you."
William was so angry at Thalia that he kept nodding: "Fine."
With the sound of a door closing, William's figure disappeared on the first floor.
Thalia grabbed the ragdoll cat that was eating fruit, half-dragging, half-carrying it into the house.
"Mrs. Brown, calm down!" Fallon looked at her and said this with heartfelt sincerity.
Thalia muttered, "He started it."
"But you're the wife!"
"And he's the man!" Nobody was going to guilt-trip her.
Fallon: ...
Thalia let go of the cat and went upstairs. Just as she reached the stairway, she smelled the faint scent of cigarette smoke. She sniffed - no need to guess, it was William smoking.
William's smoking addiction was really bad.
"Thalia."
"What?" she responded listlessly.
After a while, when she didn't hear William's reply, she looked back, only to have William press the back of her head and blow smoke into her mouth. Before she could react, William pushed her onto the sofa in the study.
William was angry and rough. Everywhere he touched, red marks appeared on Thalia's body. His burning chest left her palms nowhere to rest.