Chapter 73 William, I Feel Dirty
William's kisses trailed downward as he held Amelia close, burying his face to kiss the mole on her chest.
Just then, he heard her voice.
"I don't want this," she said.
He didn't stop.
"Are you going to rape me?" She pushed against him, her hands pressing against his hair.
He paused slightly, but still didn't want to let go.
"Amelia, what happened with Seraphim was an accident. We can have another child," he said.
His body reacted intensely, burning all over as he held her tightly.
"If you want to do it, go find Isabella," her voice was full of sadness.
"Haven't you two been together all this time?"
"You probably already have."
Her voice was thick with tears: "William, don't bully me."
"I find it dirty."
She cried even harder.
Her chest heaving continuously, she was deeply upset.
William wanted to say he and Isabella had never done it, that it wasn't what she thought.
But she had already made up her mind. What was the point of saying anything?
Forget it.
William frowned deeply, and in the end, he couldn't bear to upset her any more.
He sat up straight, looking at her disheveled clothes on the bed.
His desire hadn't faded at all. He withdrew his hand from under her clothes and turned away.
His Adam's apple bobbing, William closed his eyes, trying hard to restrain himself.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room brightly.
Hearing her crying gradually subside, he helplessly looked down at a certain part of himself.
The bed rustled as Amelia sat up.
She buttoned up her undershirt that had been unfastened, pulled up her pants, wiped her tears, and silently buttoned up her shirt one button at a time.
But she found that some buttons he had torn off were missing, gone somewhere.
"We can buy you a new one later," William said, looking at Amelia.
Her lips were slightly swollen, still bearing traces of his kisses.
The desire that had just barely subsided rose up again.
He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to restrain himself.
She didn't look at him, just turned to get out of bed.
He understood what she meant. She still wanted to leave.
"Do you really have to go?" William asked, barely holding back.
Amelia's response was to stand up.
But she swayed a bit.
William angrily pulled her back down to sit.
"Grandma told us to stay here overnight!" he warned.
"I don't want to," Amelia said coldly. "If you force me to stay here, William, I'll look down on you!"
Anger surged through him as he glanced at his cock.
Just as she turned to get up again and he was about to say something angrily, suddenly his phone vibrated.
It was a call from Isabella.
William frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, but finally answered.
"William," Isabella's voice carried suppressed emotion as she said carefully, "I heard... you went back to the Brown Villa with Amelia tonight, is that right?"
"Yes," he replied.
Plenty of people knew he and Amelia had come back, so it was normal for Isabella to know too.
"Are you with her now?" Isabella's voice carried a hint of choking.
"Are you... going to spend the night together?"
William didn't know how to answer for a moment.
They were supposed to spend the night together.
But Amelia didn't want to.
But Isabella didn't need to know all this.
And with his silence, Isabella on the other end started crying.
William remained silent. He didn't know how to speak or what to say.
Isabella cried for a while, then suddenly started coughing.
Violent coughing came through the phone, accompanied by some broken retching sounds.
"William, I feel terrible, and my body hurts so much..."
As she spoke, William's phone vibrated. He glanced at it—Isabella had sent a picture.
The picture showed Isabella crying, her face covered in tears. Her lips seemed freshly wiped but not clean, with blood still at the corners of her mouth.
Isabella had coughed up blood.
On the phone, Isabella cried, "William, can you come see me?"
"I really feel terrible."
Frowning, William closed his eyes.
"Okay."
He finally said.
Amelia was standing right there. William hadn't avoided her while taking the call.
So she knew clearly that Isabella was looking for him.
"Aren't you going to see her?" Amelia said. "I know you want to."
Lips pressed tight, William stared coldly at Amelia.
He wanted to say he was only going there because of Isabella's illness.
But seeing those disgusted eyes of hers, he swallowed all his words.
Getting up, changing clothes, William grabbed his car keys and left the room.
But at the entrance, he took one last look at Amelia's tightly closed door, then withdrew his gaze and left the Brown Villa.
...
Only after seeing William leave did Amelia breathe a sigh of relief.
She rushed over to lock the door, then dragged a nearby table to block it before sinking powerlessly to the floor.
Amelia clutched her collar tightly—William's scent still lingered there.
She knew William was right. In her drunk state, she couldn't go back. She could only stay here tonight.
Although they were still legally married, although they had shared countless intimate nights and had two children together.
But he had Isabella now. Right now, he was burning with desire going to find Isabella, and later he would also...
Even knowing all this, she didn't want it.
She had stopped wanting him long ago.
...
William walked all the way to his car. As soon as he got in the driver's seat, Ezra hurried over.
"Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown, where are you going?" Ezra said anxiously. "Mrs. Cleo Brown specifically instructed that you and Mrs. Amelia Brown should spend the night at the Brown Villa."
William paused slightly and rolled down the window.
Ezra's wrinkled old face looked even clearer now.
"Something came up," William said. "I'll come back tomorrow morning to have breakfast with Grandpa and Grandma."
Ezra became more anxious.
"Mr. Brown, this isn't about having one breakfast."
Ezra said, "Mrs. Cleo Brown wants you and Mrs. Amelia Brown to spend the night so you two can reconcile."
Reconcile...
William's mind flashed again to Amelia's crying eyes.
He lowered his eyes slightly, not responding.
"Mr. William Brown, you can't do this. If you leave, I won't be able to explain to Mrs. Cleo Brown," Ezra said.
"You don't need to tell Grandma," William started the car. "I'll be back tomorrow morning."
With that, William backed up, drove around Ezra, and headed out.
"Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown!"
Behind him were Ezra's calls. William just glanced at the rearview mirror before leaving.
The Bentley sped through the night roads. William stared ahead, not knowing what he was feeling, only that everything was chaotic.
Things were chaotic.
His mind was chaotic.
He couldn't sort it all out.
He could only blindly try to solve some problems.
This was a situation that had never appeared before.
With company matters, he always planned properly and acted decisively, but this time, he couldn't anymore.
Everything seemed to be slowly slipping out of his control.
All of this made him feel afraid.
William took a deep breath, trying to push these distracting thoughts aside for now.
Isabella's illness was serious. He needed to go check on her.
He drove all the way to Isabella's building.
Parked, went upstairs, rang the doorbell.
Then Isabella opened the door.