Chapter 294 Want to Eat You
As night fell, the Mistwood Hill villa was quiet. Finn parked the car in the courtyard and glanced back at the rear seat—Thalia showed no signs of waking up.
Just as Finn was about to speak, William stopped him.
William got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and lifted her out, clothes and all, like carrying a baby. He supported her with one hand, letting her rest against his shoulder.
"Mr. B..."
"Shh," they had just entered the house when the night-duty servant came to greet them. She was about to call out when William's finger pressed to his lips cut her off.
"Come upstairs."
The servant followed them all the way up to the master bedroom on the second floor. Following William's instructions, she removed the jacket from Thalia and pulled back the covers.
Watching William gently and carefully place her on the bed, for a brief moment, the servant seemed to see a deeply loving husband gazing at his wife's face—quite like those heartbreaking scenes of unrequited love in romance novels.
"You can go now."
That brief, gentle sentence broke the servant's fantasy. She got up and went downstairs.
As she closed the door, she couldn't help looking back.
She seemed to see in this man the shadow of those devoted lovers from wealthy families.
Late summer at Mistwood Hill brought cool night breezes. The room maintained a constant temperature. Thalia found a comfortable position and curled up next to William like a cat. The man reached out to adjust the lighting.
William sat by the bed gazing at her, his restrained eyes resting on Thalia's face.
They say beautiful things in this world don't last—colorful clouds scatter easily, glass breaks easily. But not Thalia. She was a wild rose blooming in the desert, able to survive no matter what.
She was never fragile glass.
How many people had been fooled by her innocent beauty in her youth?
How many had willingly become hers?
Thalia suddenly shuddered, jerking awake from her dream, and yanked her hand away from William's grasp.
"Bad dream?" William asked.
"Yeah."
"What did you dream about?"
"Someone was chopping off my hand," Thalia said while carefully tucking her hands under the covers.
Hearing this, William was somewhat speechless. He looked at her with slight annoyance. "Me?"
"Yeah."
The man's mouth twitched.
He reached out and patted her bottom. "Get up, eat something."
"Don't want to."
"Then get up and remove your makeup and wash your face."
"Don't want to."
"Don't complain to me tomorrow morning when you wake up and find you didn't wash your face or remove your makeup. And don't blame me when your face is ruined and you can't work in the entertainment industry anymore."
Suddenly, the person lying in bed threw off the covers and sat up, looking at William with somewhat dazed and confused eyes.
William rubbed his temples. Sure enough, appearance was a big deal in the entertainment industry.
Thalia squinted as she made her way to the bathroom and washed her face, feeling much more awake. "How did things go with Zephyrine?"
"Done deal."
"Congrats, another addition to your business empire."
"Congrats to you too. From now on, I'll cover all your jewelry," William pulled out two face towels and handed them to her.
Thalia reached out to take them and wiped her face. "I don't lack jewelry. Give me a day off instead."
"What do you want to do?"
"Want to go out and have fun."
"Sure."
"That generous?"
"Is one day enough?"
Thalia was speechless.
She quickly finished her shower. Before she could dry her hair, the night-duty servant came upstairs to knock on the door, asking her to come downstairs.
In the dining room, William stood at the Western-style kitchen in a white shirt, frying steak. The pan sizzled.
Thalia walked over and sniffed. "If you ever go bankrupt and can't make it, I'll invest in you and open a restaurant for you."
"Not a bad idea, but I don't think you can pull it off." William reached out and pulled Thalia close, wrapping the spatula into her palm. The moment his chest pressed against her, Thalia felt her whole body tremble.
Her back tingled, as if thousands of ants were crawling on it.
She had to admit, she was really into William's moves.
"William, I don't want steak anymore."
"What do you want?" The man's tone was casual.
Thalia turned her head and looked up at him, her voice soft and slow. "I want to eat you..."