Chapter 74 Isabella Says: Do You Think I'm Dirty
This was the scene William saw when Isabella opened the door.
Isabella stood there in the doorway, wearing a camisole nightgown.
He frowned slightly.
Isabella seemed to know this wasn't appropriate, but she stubbornly kept quiet, just keeping her head down.
In the end, William took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
"Let's go inside, it's cold out here," William said.
Only then did Isabella nod and follow William inside.
Isabella looked William up and down.
He had changed both his shirt and pants.
She could tell he had changed clothes before coming over.
He and Amelia were in the same house - what would require him to change clothes?
The more she thought about it, the angrier Isabella got.
She had finally managed to completely suppress Amelia, but now there was a child in the picture, and Finn and Cleo were interfering too!
All her previous efforts had been wasted. What if Amelia got pregnant with William's child again?
But the more she thought about it, the more she had to keep her cool.
She just sat beside William with red eyes, wiping away tears in silence.
Seeing Isabella like this, William also felt troubled.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Stop crying."
But that one sentence only made Isabella cry harder.
She lifted her head, tears falling in big drops.
She reached out to grab William's collar.
"What are you doing?" William frowned slightly and pulled her hand away.
"You slept with her, didn't you?" Isabella said through tears. "William, didn't you say you were going to divorce her?"
"William, you promised me. Why did you sleep with her?"
"William, I'm in so much pain. I feel like I'm dying from sadness."
William looked at Isabella like this, feeling helpless.
He looked at her tearful eyes, and finally said, "No."
He paused briefly, then continued, "Nothing happened between Amelia and me. Grandpa and Grandma just want us to come for breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Really?" Isabella felt joy in her heart.
William turned his head away. "Yes."
Seeing that William didn't seem to be lying, Isabella laughed wildly inside.
Amelia was such a waste! Everyone was helping her, and she still didn't succeed!
And...
Isabella glanced at William - she had him completely under her control.
Even if Amelia stood naked in front of him, he wouldn't have any interest!
Thinking this, Isabella's face still showed tears.
As long as she completely won William over, everything else would work out!
With this thought, she moved closer to William.
"William." She leaned in close, her breath fragrant beside him.
She had specifically worn this nightgown tonight and sprayed some aphrodisiac perfume, all to sleep with William!
Thinking this, Isabella softly leaned on William's shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't have asked you like that, but I really... I'm so worried."
William glanced at Isabella and subtly tried to move away.
Isabella noticed and said with red eyes, "William, why are you avoiding me?"
William lowered his eyes slightly, not answering directly. "How's your health now?"
Isabella paused, then clearly misunderstood.
Her face flushed red as she said sweetly, "It's fine as long as William comes to keep me company."
"William, stay the night with me tonight, okay? I can."
Both were adults - they both knew what Isabella meant.
But William just felt a headache coming on.
He knew what Isabella wanted and what she was doing.
But he didn't want to.
Even though Isabella was wearing revealing pajamas and had that scent and other things about her, his heart was unmoved.
He felt no desire at all.
Isabella was already pressing against him, her hand actively reaching for William's, trying to place it on her chest.
But he suddenly stood up.
"William?" Isabella's confused voice came.
"You're not well. Rest properly first," William said with his back to Isabella.
"William, don't you like me?" Isabella's voice carried a hint of choking.
William didn't answer.
"She can do it, but I can't?" Isabella's voice already had a nasal tone.
"William, I want to. Please, sleep with me, okay?"
By the end, Isabella's words had become very direct.
But William still didn't want to.
"I need to go back. Grandma is expecting me for breakfast tomorrow." Making up an excuse, William grabbed his keys, opened the door, and was about to leave.
"William!" Finally, a shrill cry rang out.
William had to turn back, but what he saw was Isabella standing behind him, completely naked.
She cried, "William, can't you just sleep with me?"
William reached out to close the door, preventing outside eyes from peering in.
Then he walked to Isabella's side.
He picked up the clothes from the floor and draped them over Isabella.
"Isabella, I'm very tired. I don't have that kind of feeling."
He really didn't feel anything at all.
Even though Isabella was standing completely naked in front of him, he didn't want to.
He said, "Take care of your health."
But Isabella cried even harder.
"But..." Her tears dripped down, "William, I don't have much time left. You said you'd fulfill my wishes, but you won't be intimate with me."
"Is it because of her? Amelia." Isabella said, "Do you still have feelings for her?"
"Take me, please William." She cried, "Even if you pretend I'm her, that's okay."
Amelia's crying eyes appeared before William's eyes.
His mood was complicated.
"Rest well," William said. "I'm leaving now. I'll have a doctor come check on you later."
"I don't want that!" Isabella screamed hoarsely.
When William turned back, she said, "William, do you... think I'm dirty?"
"That day..."
She cried miserably.
"We've been together so long and you've never touched me. Is it because of what happened that day?"
William kept his head down, fists clenched tight, but remained silent.
Isabella laughed, saying through her laughter, "Yes, I'm cheap, I'm dirty."
"But William, I didn't want it either..."
At this point, she couldn't continue.
These few sentences had taken almost all of Isabella's strength. Her knees went weak and she collapsed to the floor crying.
William looked at Isabella on the ground, his right hand trembling slightly.
Finally, he crouched down and handed her a tissue.
"Isabella, that wasn't your fault," he said, his voice very soft, like comforting a child. "It was my fault."
The doctor he had just messaged also arrived. William helped Isabella get dressed, then let the doctor in.
When Isabella saw it was a doctor, panic flashed in her eyes.
She couldn't let the doctor examine her!