Chapter 334 William Simply Pressed Her Against the Door Panel
"What happened to your grandma?"
"Not sure, the doctor hasn't come out yet."
"How come she got worse right after we left for a bit? Did you go in there and upset her?"
Raymond glanced at them, his eyes returning to that clear, foolish look. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. When have I ever upset Grandma in my whole life?"
"You..."
"Alright, they're just worried about your grandma; they don't mean anything by it." The person beside him tugged at him, and the conversation ended.
Raymond slowly looked away.
"Mrs. Carter is old and can't handle stress. Everyone taking care of her needs to be careful." The doctor looked at the three people at the door with sincere concern.
"Stress? Raymond, you still say it wasn't you."
"Whether it was me or not, we'll know when Grandma wakes up, right? Or are you saying you think she won't wake up, so you're just pinning it on me?"
"You!"
She wanted to say more, but the person next to her pulled at her. "What are you doing? Why argue with him? He finally gets to be a carefree guy, and you have to push him to turn against you?"
The more Raymond acted like a slacker, the happier they should be. The more idle he was, the less of a threat he posed to them. Even a cornered rabbit will bite. If they pushed an honest person too far, it wouldn't do them any good.
A guy in his twenties, no matter how brainless, even if he did nothing but show off his wealth online and attract some hate, could drag the Carter family into the fire.
When that happened, it would be them, the accomplished elders, who would get burned.
......
"What are you doing here?"
"Came to watch the show."
Amara paused her work, her fingers resting on the keyboard as she looked at her. "What show? You're not letting me watch?"
"Has our relationship really become this fragile?"
Thalia pulled over a chair and sat down, looking at her. "Watch any show? Got a death wish?"
"What time do you get off work? Let's go shopping."
"No money!"
Thalia pulled out a card from her bag and waved it between her fingers. "William's card."
"I'll pack up and leave work right now."
...
Thalia's modern drama came through just as she finished her bath.
Layla kept reminding her to take good care of herself.
Modern dramas were different from period dramas—even every strand of hair needed to be perfectly maintained.
"Starting the shoot soon? What show?" William asked.
Thalia replied, "A modern urban romance drama."
William raised an eyebrow. "A love story?"
"Career-focused! Husband cheats, woman wakes up, then dumps husband and kid to reach the top on her own."
Thalia made up the story with a straight face, holding body lotion in her palm without time to apply it, just waiting to see William's reaction.
"Hey! Don't leave!"
Thalia took a few steps trying to catch up, then realized she was wrapped in a bath towel and stopped at the doorway.
"Boring."
"Been drinking?" In the study, Thalia saw the door half-open. She poked her head in and looked around. Seeing his computer was off and he wasn't busy, she dared to go in.
"At lunch."
"Business meeting?"
"Yeah."
Thalia didn't say much more, knowing that men often settled business at the dinner table. William's position meant he couldn't avoid these things.
As soon as she sat down, the ragdoll cat slipped past her feet, jumped onto his lap, and looked up at him eagerly.
William freed one hand to pet its head, thinking the cat was much more obedient than Thalia.
Watching William pet the cat, Thalia's eyes swept to his face, feeling like William was cursing at her.
She randomly grabbed a stack of documents to rest her chin on. "You're cursing at me!"
Thalia didn't need to think twice—this was absolutely something William would do.
"Got proof?"
"So you are?"
"You went to see Amara today and didn't have her check your brain?"
Thalia was speechless.
She huffily got up and returned to the bedroom, read the script for a bit, scrolled through recent group chats in the industry, and was just about to lie down when Amara sent a message: [How is it? Does it fit?]
Only then did Thalia remember that when they went shopping that afternoon, she'd had a moment of conscience and bought William an expensive coat.
This early autumn weather was perfect for buying such items.
Thalia: [Don't know.]
Amara: [Didn't try it on?]
Thalia: [No.]
Amara: [From your tone, did he make you angry?]
Thalia replied: [He doesn't deserve to.]
Amara sent a shocked emoji: [Isn't that a waste of money?]
Thalia's hand paused mid-message. Right! If she didn't give it to him, wouldn't that be wasting money?
Everything she bought had to have value—either make her happy or help her achieve her goals.
She bought the coat but didn't give it to him. Then the money would be spent without William remembering her kindness. That wasn't something a modern, outstanding woman should do.
Bang—William looked up at the sound of the door opening.
Thalia came in carrying an orange bag. "I bought you a coat, try it on."
William's eyes swept over the coat. His heart felt like it was being brushed by a feather—soft and fuzzy—but he also thought that with Thalia's personality, she wouldn't give him something for no reason.
He held back his emotions and spoke. "What do you want?"
Thalia held back her anger!
In Emerald City, if she casually bought a lollipop for another man, he'd probably be grateful enough to kowtow in thanks! Only William didn't appreciate it.
"Haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I do."
The man raised an eyebrow. So she bought him clothes today because she saw them, thought of him, and bought them?
Pure intentions with no ulterior motives?
He stopped his work and habitually turned off his computer screen.
He got up and walked around the desk. "Let me try it."
Thalia watched as the man took the coat out of the bag and put it on. Whether it was the perfect size or the man was just a natural clothes hanger, it fit perfectly.
"It fits, keep it." Thalia dropped this line and prepared to leave. When she reached the door and opened it, a large hand reached over from behind and pressed the door shut.
She looked up at William. "What?"
William's eyes pierced into her confused gaze. No wonder Thalia's identity as the entertainment industry's innocent female star wasn't for nothing!
Those eyes—both coquettish and charming, with a touch of lazy grace in their tenderness.
"What..." Thalia's impatient tone had just started when William pressed one hand against the door and cupped her face with the other, kissing her. The full taste of alcohol transferred to her mouth, making Thalia feel a bit unclear.
She wanted to back away.
William simply pressed her against the door.