Chapter 411 I Am Pleasing You
Thalia was thrown onto the bed by William. She scrambled up, wrapping herself in the blanket.
She was waiting for William to blow up. The man stood with his hands on his hips, head tilted back slightly, as if trying to suppress his anger.
Then he turned and noticed an apple branch, cut from a tree, placed in a vase at the foot of the bed.
It was such an ordinary thing, yet it made William feel like this huge bedroom had life in it for the first time.
The bedroom no longer felt empty, no longer rigid and lifeless.
There was a hint of something different, something more lived-in.
Perhaps it was the presence of that branch, but William’s anger began to fade.
Thalia watched William go into the bathroom, feeling a bit confused.
That’s it?
Crisis averted?
She pulled the blanket off, hugged her knees, and stared at the bathroom door.
She watched William’s every move, just beginning to let her guard down.
Then he glanced back,.
And she got so scared that she wrapped herself up in the blanket again.
"You're actually scared?"
"Yeah!" Thalia's tone was sharp. As soon as she said it, she realized something was wrong. Her gaze softened a bit as she looked at William. He'd finally calmed down, and here she was provoking him again? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
"Did you get your pajamas? I'll get them for you. Thalia quickly climbed off the bed and went to the walk-in closet to get his pajamas.
“William, do you want something to drink?
Milk, coffee, or just water?”
William closed the bathroom door, cutting off Thalia’s chatter. Sheepishly.
Thalia gently touched her nose and crawled back into bed.
She picked up her phone to check the news when a message from Angelina appeared.
Angelina: [Ms. Smith, you’re incredible! When it comes to dealing with Mr. Brown, you’re the best.]
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William came out after his shower and had just lain down when the room’s lights dimmed from bright to dark.
Before he could relax, Thalia, who had her back to him, turned over and went straight to the point without any warning.
William gasped in pain.
He grabbed her hand to stop her from causing trouble.
“Thalia, what are you doing?”
“Honey, can’t you tell? I’m trying to please you!”
The wall of emotions William had built up crumbled with just that one sentence from Thalia.
All the tension melted away in that moment, becoming soft and pliable, ready to respond to him.
William lay on the bed, allowing Thalia to move over him. For a moment, he suddenly realized it was pure torture.
Then the man took control.
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Human nature has its games, souls have their games, minds have their games, and bodies have theirs too.
In this game, Thalia was the one who started the trouble, but William was the one in control.
When it was over, she looked as if she had been pulled from water, her whole body feeling like jelly.
“I need to shower.”
“Still have energy?”
“I’m gross!”
“You’re not gross.” William kissed Thalia’s collarbone, showing no hint of disgust.
He kissed her as if she were a precious treasure.
“Thalia, I’m very happy.”
“Of course you’re happy. I’m about to die from exhaustion.”
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“Oh my god, how many times did you and Mr. Brown do it last night? Look at all these marks on you. Great—now you won’t be able to wear the dress.” Layla looked at the marks covering Thalia’s body and wailed in despair.
Thalia sat there with her neck scrunched, too afraid to make a sound, afraid that the more she spoke, the harsher the scolding would be. “
Please, men will only get in the way of you making money.” “I was planning to have you steal the show tonight, and you pull this on me?”
“Layla, what do we do?” The makeup artist looked at Thalia, who was unusually well-mannered, taking the scolding quietly. Clearly, she had chickened out.
“Do her makeup first. I’ll go find a dress she can wear.”
“Should I ask Evelyn?” Thalia asked cautiously. At times like this, all the designer dresses had already been borrowed, leaving only the only dresses left were ones that weren’t considered good enough for other celebrities.
Their only option was to ask Evelyn. If they faced criticism, they could at least say it came from a friend’s Design—it wasn’t about the price, it was about the friendship.
Layla thought for a moment. “Forget it. Most people at tonight’s gala are business elites. Since the dress won’t work, just dress formally, like you're going to a meeting."
Thalia was very obedient and nodded. "I'll listen to you. Whatever you say."
Layla was left speechless.
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Tonight’s awards gala had been specially organized by the higher-ups for entrepreneurs and companies. Essentially, it was designed to encourage continued donations from these attendees.
Grace wouldn’t miss an event like this.
As soon as Thalia walked in, she began scanning the crowd.
She then glanced at the seating arrangement. William and some prominent leaders would definitely be in the front row, entrepreneurs like Grace would sit behind them, and then people like them, who were just there to fill seats.
In the crowd, Thalia immediately spotted the man, surrounded by people.
Black suit, tall build—even with just a quick glance, Thalia, who saw him every day, was struck by his noble aura, and it was even more overwhelming for those meeting him for the first time.
A man as striking as William was actually her husband.
“What are you looking at?” Grace’s voice sounded beside her. Thalia glanced over.
She raised an eyebrow and replied in a calm yet proud, slightly teasing tone, “I’m just wondering how such a noble, amazing man ended up being my husband.”
“I must have saved the universe in a past life, or been a truly good person. Otherwise, how did all this good fortune come to me in this life?”
Grace was speechless.
“Hey, don’t leave! Right now, I can only brag to you. What if I brag to someone else and they find out “He’s my husband?” Thalia grabbed Grace.
Grace looked her up and down, her gaze settling on Thalia’s face. “I thought you’d be wearing a gown today.” “Looks like you’re not that clueless after all.”
“Of course not. I’m here for an awards ceremony—a charity awards ceremony, not a fashion show.”
Grace didn’t believe her. “You never considered wearing a gown from the start?”
“No, definitely not.”
“All guests, please take your seats.” “Our awards ceremony is about to begin,” the host announced.
As Thalia was about to sit down, she noticed a woman in a pink dress take the seat next to William.
Thalia grabbed Grace and asked, “Who is she?”