Chapter 238 Mrs. Brown, is this silent treatment?
William never let things that could be solved mess with his emotions too much.
Calm and composed—these had been his required lessons since childhood.
Vaughn was high-quality and emotionally stable, so naturally the child he raised wouldn't turn out bad either.
Thalia's metaphor made William laugh. He leaned back on the sofa, his warm palm casually stroking Thalia's waist. His gaze fixed on her with scrutiny, and the exhaustion from staying up all night suddenly became particularly obvious at this moment.
Finally, William withdrew his palm and gently patted Thalia's waist: "Go upstairs and rest."
He was letting her off just like that?
Thalia felt this wasn't William's style. She vaguely sensed something was off, but seeing William's calm expression, she couldn't quite figure out what was wrong.
The rest of the night passed peacefully.
Until the next morning, when Thalia was woken up by the sound of a power drill.
The rumbling noise from upstairs came in waves. Thalia pulled on her robe, her face dark as she opened the bedroom door and called out for Fallon.
"What's going on upstairs?"
"Mr. Brown said to clear out a guest room to make a spa room for Mrs. Brown. They're dismantling furniture right now."
Thalia: ........
"Stop for now, continue this afternoon."
Fallon looked troubled: "Mr. Brown's instruction was to have it done before Mrs. Brown goes out."
Thalia: ........ She understood now. William wasn't making things difficult for Fallon—he was making things difficult for her.
William was so calculating.
She turned back to the bedroom, grabbed her phone and called William. No one answered. She then called Brian.
Brian informed her that William was in a meeting.
Was William playing games with her?
Thalia checked the time—8 AM....... Who could get up at 8 if they didn't have to work?
Thalia changed clothes and didn't even bother brushing her teeth before driving to Evelyn's office. As soon as she walked in and saw the messy environment, fabric piled all over the floor, and various design sketches scattered everywhere, she was a bit stunned.
"Don't scold me, I'll clean it up right now."
Evelyn knew Thalia was used to being served and couldn't stand seeing mess in her living environment. Every time Thalia saw her place dirty, she would scold her.
It had traumatized Evelyn.
Evelyn struck first to block Thalia's words.
"Do whatever you want, I'm going upstairs to sleep."
"Did your house collapse? Coming here to sleep so early in the morning?"
"Just pretend my house collapsed!"
Thalia entered the small rest room, took off her hat and mask, turned off her phone, and slept until afternoon.
During this time, William called dozens of times but couldn't reach Thalia.
In the afternoon, Thalia woke up needing to pee. She groggily pushed open the bathroom door, took care of business, then groggily climbed onto Evelyn's single bed.
"Stop sleeping, Mr. Brown is here."
"So what if he's here," Thalia shook off Evelyn's hand.
"Either you go down, or Mr. Brown comes up and everyone in my company finds out about your relationship. You choose!"
Hearing that last sentence, Thalia shot up from the bed, looking at Evelyn in horror: "What's he doing here?"
"That's a very good question. I can't answer it—go ask Mr. Brown yourself!"
Thalia: ........
Evelyn went into the bathroom and pulled out some face wipes to wash Thalia's face: "Wake up, don't let your brain get fuzzy."
.........
The black Maybach was parked neatly in front of Evelyn's company. As soon as Thalia got in the car, the thick smell of smoke hit her nose. She waved her hand and opened the window, leaning against the car door looking drowsy.
Seeing this, William reached out and stubbed out his cigarette, his tone stiff: "No bed at home for you to sleep in?"
"Noisy."
"If it's noisy, why didn't you go to my place?"
"Far."
William's anger was extinguished by Thalia's economical responses.
William kicked the driver's seat with his toe. Finn sensibly raised the partition. In an instant, William grabbed Thalia's arm with one hand and pressed her waist with the other, pulling her onto his lap. His hand gripped Thalia's chin, forcing her to look at him.
In the cramped space, Thalia's hazy eyes gradually cleared. Their breaths drew close, almost nose to nose. William's rough fingers caressed her cheek, stroking her beautiful face: "What are you throwing a tantrum about?"
Thalia tilted her head, trying to break free from William's palm.
But William gripped tighter: "What did I do wrong? For you to give me the silent treatment."
"Mr. Brown calls this the silent treatment?"
"Isn't this the silent treatment?"
Thalia laughed: "Mr. Brown, I couldn't sleep well so I changed locations, and turned off my phone while sleeping—this is the silent treatment? If you can't handle this little hardship, why even get married?"
Thalia's explanation sounded perfectly reasonable from any angle.
William said nothing. His gaze on her was intense. After a while, William's hand behind her back hooked onto something on her clothes and undid it.
William pressed Thalia down, and the back seat became their bed.
For convenience, Thalia had worn a white cotton-linen dress, which suited William perfectly.
The car drove into Maple Grove Villas' parking garage. The loud sounds and the amplitude of the car's shaking embarrassed Finn. He hurriedly dismissed the guards, had someone turn off the garage surveillance, and stood at the parking lot entrance smoking.
The commotion lasted nearly two hours before subsiding.
The car engine was still running when the rear window was lowered slightly. William's hoarse, steady voice rang out: "Finn."
"Blanket."
Three to five minutes later, Finn brought a blanket and handed it to William with his back turned.
Sounds came from behind. William carried Thalia out of the car. As William passed the car and headed for the stairs to go up, he suddenly stopped. He looked at Finn and gave a brief instruction: "Get the car washed."
"Understood."
..........
"Once this week's scenes are done, you'll wrap up this drama," Remy sat back down next to Gregory after getting information from Aaron.
"I also asked—Aaron said Thalia is coming back Friday to shoot the final wrap scene."
"Okay."
"Let me give you some advice. Thalia has a wild personality. She's lived in luxury since childhood. Bringing her into the Lopez family might not be a good thing. Thalia could have been a wild horse, free and easy. Don't be the kind of person who clips someone's wings."
"I won't deny she has a good personality, but you two aren't suitable."
When someone passed by, Remy stopped talking, apparently not wanting others to know too much, though he was also curious about what kind of charm Thalia had to bewitch Gregory so completely.
The Lopez family was in the capital—what kind of woman couldn't they have?
Over the years, how many women in the entertainment industry had actively pursued Gregory?
"Aaron, Mr. Ward is here," Remy's voice was interrupted by a production assistant.
Remy turned to look and saw the assistant leading in a man wearing a Polo shirt. The man wore rimless glasses, and his whole demeanor clearly marked him as an investment mogul.
"Emerald City's entertainment industry investment mogul."
"Isn't Thalia the investor for this drama? What's he doing here?"