Chapter 75 Pinning Her Against the Tree, Kissing Her
Thinking this, Isabella lowered her head again, pretending to keep crying.
"William, I'm fine now. I don't want to see a doctor."
William frowned. "You're not doing well. It would help you feel a bit better."
The doctor nodded too.
Isabella's illness had been making big waves, and the doctor had heard about it, so naturally he felt very sympathetic toward her.
But Isabella just forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I'll just take some painkillers."
After a slight pause, she added with self-mockery, "For someone like me, dying a day earlier or a day later—what's the difference?"
As she spoke, Isabella glanced at William again.
William seemed not to notice her gaze. He just waved his hand, telling the doctor to leave first.
Then he helped Isabella up and took her to the bedroom.
"You're not dirty. It's just that Grandpa and Grandma are hard to deal with. I really wasn't in the mood today," William said. "You're not well. Get some rest."
As William spoke, he called over the caregiver who had already come out of the room after the doctor arrived.
"Watch her carefully, understand?" William said.
The caregiver didn't dare respond, looking at Isabella instead.
And Isabella was staring at William hopefully.
He lowered his eyes slightly and touched her head.
"I can't let Grandpa and Grandma know I'm here. I'll come see you again when I have time," William said.
Isabella didn't dare pretend to be sick anymore, afraid he'd call the doctor back in.
So she just turned away, pretending to be hurt.
William said nothing more. He just gave the caregiver more instructions before preparing to leave.
But just then.
Isabella's muffled voice came: "I don't know what she did to you tonight, what she said to you."
"But William, I'm just asking what you really think."
"Has the child issue been dealt with? What's going on with that?"
"And she's using the child to force you back, using Grandpa and Grandma to pressure you—are you really going to give in?"
William's departing steps paused slightly.
But he still left.
Hearing the door close, Isabella looked at the caregiver tidying up nearby and threw something in anger.
Damn it!
She'd already stripped down and stood in front of him like that, and still didn't succeed.
This was humiliating!
This couldn't go on. If the Brown family kept pushing William and Amelia together, what would she do!
Thinking this, a plan formed in her mind. She found someone's number and made a call...
Meanwhile.
William came down from upstairs.
He got into the driver's seat of the Bentley, but didn't start the car right away.
He lit a cigarette, looking at the scenery outside through the curling smoke.
That incident from a year ago...
Even now, he didn't want to think about it.
That incident had thrown many things off their set course.
Isabella's parting words kept surfacing in his mind.
His head suddenly hurt.
William rubbed his temples.
He actually wasn't unaware that Isabella sometimes went a bit too far, but...
Forget it. He was willing to trust her.
She only had six months left.
After these six months passed, everything would get back on track.
The cigarette burned out.
William stubbed it out, called Harold, then started the car and left.
...
Moonlight Bar.
Music and dancing filled the air.
William sat by the bar in a private room, watching people below dancing to heavy music.
Harold pushed open the door and came in.
"Drinking alone?" Harold asked, puzzled.
William pointed to the seat next to him, where there was a glass, ice, and liquor.
Harold sat down, and William poured him a drink.
Neither sat on the sofa, instead leaning against the dim little bar.
"What happened?" Harold took a sip and asked. "Oh right, I heard Mr. Brown had you and Amelia go back to the Brown Villa together today?"
"Yes," William replied.
He swirled the ice in his glass, calmly watching the dancing below.
"Is your bad mood related to this?" Harold continued asking.
But William didn't answer right away.
His mind was in chaos.
Amelia's tearful rejection, Isabella's words—they all circled in his mind.
As if possessed, William asked, "That woman who rejected you that you told me about—how are things with her?"
Harold, who had just been casually interested in William's situation, immediately deflated.
"William, are you trying to build your happiness on my pain?" Harold said through gritted teeth.
William hadn't meant that much by it. He was just asking casually.
Seeing William lost in thought, Harold didn't make a big deal of it. He just drank and said, "About the same as before. She won't talk to me."
"I may not be the head of the Brown Group like you, but I'm still the heir to my family business. How can she treat me like this?"
"I've sent flowers, bought clothes and bags, tried every kind of explanation and apology—nothing works."
"I made a reservation at her favorite restaurant, but she didn't go. When I try to find her, she's busy, has no time, or just can't be bothered."
Harold got more upset as he talked.
He was already scratching his head.
Finally, Harold said, "I know what she's doing. She's testing my limits."
"Because of that time I went shopping with Ms. Fuller."
William watched the dancing below.
Right.
Amelia was the same.
Isabella's words surfaced in his mind again.
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"Has the child issue been dealt with? What's going on with that?"
"And she's using the child to force you back, using Grandpa and Grandma to pressure you—are you really going to give in?"
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He'd already told Amelia that the position of his wife had always been hers. She could have just quietly waited out these six months, could have even gone abroad for a vacation, but instead she was doing this.
Did she want more leverage in their future marriage?
Even if that child wasn't his, as long as there was a child, the Brown Villa would definitely make them both come back.
That way, she could use Finn and Cleo to pressure him.
She clearly knew why he'd married her in such a rush back then.
And she could use that child to put on a show, making him think of the child they'd lost.
William's eyes narrowed slightly.
He'd almost fallen for her trap.
She wanted to control him?
...
Soon, it was the next morning.
Amelia barely managed to find an outfit in the closet that she'd left behind from a previous stay.
It was presentable enough when she put it on.
After getting ready, she went to where the old man and woman lived.
But just as she was about to enter, she saw William returning from outside.
Remembering last night, she didn't want to see him again, so she just turned and walked inside.
"Amelia!"
Before she could take two steps, William had already parked and walked over, standing beside her.
Amelia ignored him and headed toward the house.
The next moment, William grabbed her, pulled her aside into some trees, and pressed her against a tree trunk.
He kissed her forcefully.
"William, what are you—"
All her remaining words were swallowed by his lips.