Chapter 132 Mr. Brown Likes Women with Fierce Personalities
Thalia collapsed on the bed, unable to react for a long time. William's large hand slowly rubbed her lower back, sometimes pressing gently, sometimes caressing, looking like he wasn't satisfied yet and wanted to continue.
Only Thalia lay there on the bed, limbs weak and head dizzy.
Food and sex are human nature, and so is exhaustion.
"Tired?"
Thalia was too tired to speak, just nuzzling against him with soft whimpers.
William's fingertips hooked the thin blanket on the bed and draped it over her back, then got up and went to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Thalia turned her head to watch William get out of bed, seeing him naked.
She quickly closed her eyes. See no evil!
"You couldn't keep your hands off me when touching, but now you're playing shy when looking?"
William casually grabbed a bathrobe from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around his waist.
Thalia kicked at the blanket, looking at William with displeasure: "Wipe me down."
Soon, William came back with a warm, damp towel.
William wiped her body: "Mrs. Brown, do you know what you look like right now?"
"What?"
"Like a lord being waited on."
The warm towel cleaned her damp body, and Thalia let out a comfortable sigh: "Don't you think I'm more like a client at a brothel? Getting served after sex, it's perfect."
William paused with the towel in his hand.
He looked at Thalia, his expression going from shock to amused anger, then casually tossed the towel onto her: "Wipe yourself."
Thalia endured her aching body and sat up on the bed: "Can't even say that now?"
William narrowed his eyes, and that one look made Thalia feel the pressure, like a wild leopard in the forest eyeing a little white rabbit.
William reached out and pulled Thalia closer by the waist: "Still have energy?"
Thalia: ......"No."
"Then behave, or else......" William's gaze swept over her from head to toe.
Thalia shrank her neck and obediently lay back down on the bed.
"How did you get here?"
"Helicopter."
Thalia thought to herself, capitalists will be capitalists. In this aspect, she couldn't compare.
"Mr. Brown really spent big."
"No choice, who told my wife not to come home!"
Thalia pulled at the blanket: "The three great joys in a man's life: promotion, getting rich, and no wife."
"Such a good opportunity, why don't you seize it?"
William curved his lips, picked up the towel Thalia had thrown on the floor, bent down by the bedside, his strong arm passing under Thalia's neck, lifted her head, and planted a light kiss on her lips.
"I have different tastes than other men."
"Like what?"
"Like they prefer delicate, dependent girls, while I....... prefer women with fierce personalities."
Thalia: ......"Pervert."
"Wild and feisty is much more fun. If she's listless all day, I might as well get a parrot."
Thalia was provoked by William's words. Suppressing the urge to curse at him, she said: "Get out."
The next morning, Thalia rubbed her waist and sat up in bed, hugging the blanket and looking around.
She could only hear water running in the bathroom.
"Awake?"
"What time is it?" She was awake, but her brain was still in bed.
William walked to the nightstand and checked his phone: "Seven-oh-five."
Thalia squinted at him in surprise, looking like the Ragdoll cat they had at home, making people want to cuddle her.
"Are you crazy? Getting up so early?"
William knew Thalia was grumpy when waking up, so he walked over and patted her back, coaxing: "Go back to sleep, I'm leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, Thalia flopped back down on the bed.
Thalia woke up again close to ten o'clock.
Layla pulled her out of bed: "If you keep sleeping, you'll be late for filming. Get up."
"Of all things to mess with, why men? And if you're going to mess with men, why get married?"
Thalia splashed cold water on her face and woke up a bit. As soon as she came out, she saw Layla's movements freeze.
Layla stared at Thalia's neck, her mouth open but unable to speak.
As soon as Isla walked in and saw the kiss marks on Thalia's neck, she awkwardly touched her nose and pointed at her neck: "Thalia, your neck."
Thalia was stunned, turned around and rushed into the bathroom. When she saw the kiss marks on her neck, she stood there cursing William.
In the crew's makeup room, Layla tossed her a concealer: "Hurry up. If everyone sees those kiss marks on your neck, you better be ready to be chased by the media with questions!"
Thalia shrank her neck, not daring to look at Layla, and obediently took the concealer to cover the marks on her neck.
"Thalia, the director is calling for you."
"Coming."
After Thalia finished her makeup routine and came out, she saw Gregory going over the script with Nora.
Today's scene involved all three of them.
Right after the male and female leads' wedding, the female lead's sister comes to seduce the male lead. The female lead sees it and keeps it in mind. She shows her magnanimity as the lady of the house in front of the male lead, but deals with her sister behind the scenes.
"Grace, grace, you must show that presence, understand?" The director repeatedly reminded Thalia.
Nora watched from the side with a cold laugh. She didn't believe Thalia could pull it off without her cooperation.
.....On set......
Thalia and Gregory sat in the hall watching Nora putting on an affected display below.
Thalia responded to Nora's words.
Gregory listened to her talk without much emotion. A servant ran in to inform them the car was ready. Gregory told Thalia he was going to work and left.
In the room, only Nora and Thalia remained.
Seeing him leave, Nora dropped the act: "Sister, since ancient times, it's normal for men to have several women. Now Gregory only has you. Shouldn't you think about me, your sister?"
"What? Think about you how?"
Nora didn't expect Thalia to play dumb. She choked: "Is sister truly unaware, or pretending not to know?"
"Truly unaware." Thalia picked up the coffee beside her and drank, her casual tone giving off a completely indifferent feeling.
"Sister, think carefully. If Gregory finds another woman, that woman would be your enemy. Only I would stand on the same side as you. When that time comes......."
Thalia raised her hand and splashed the coffee in Nora's face. Instantly, the atmosphere on set plummeted. Nora sat in the chair looking shocked. There was no coffee-splashing scene in the script at all. Thalia, this bitch.
The air froze for a few seconds.
Nora waited for the director to call cut, but instead saw Thalia stand up first.
She stood up supporting herself on the table, dignified and imposing, with a cold presence, lips slightly curved, walking toward Nora step by step with determined strides.
Nora had suffered at Thalia's hands many times before. Seeing her like this, she was somewhat frightened. Everyone in Emerald City knew about Thalia's methods.
"What.....what do you want?" Nora was scared into stuttering, shrinking back in her chair as she looked at Thalia.