Chapter 103
The conversation here was interrupted. William lifted his eyelids and glanced over.
"Discussing whether your face is big or not."
Ava couldn't help but laugh.
Emily already saw Ava as her rival. Everyone around praised Ava's beauty; even Howard and Jeremy sided with her. She was furious inside.
She watched Ava unconsciously touch her own face, and couldn't help wondering - is my face really that big? The key thing was that Ava was a typical small-headed, small-faced beauty. She had to admit that the annoying woman was indeed quite attractive.
"William! Ava's face is bigger. Why don't you say anything about her?"
Emily's face turned red with anger. How could her own brother say such things about his sister?
William had meant it as a joke, but she took it seriously. He actually started comparing, looking at Ava, then switching his gaze to Emily's face, and finally reached a conclusion.
"Your face is bigger than Ava's."
Emily was completely upset and sat down in the lounge chair without saying a word.
A waiter brought over some fruit. William had upset Emily, but acted like nothing happened, picking up a grape and popping it in his mouth, completely ignoring the sulking Emily beside him.
Ava was in a good mood, watching his profile, thinking to herself - he really has a sharp tongue, not even sparing his own sister.
"Want some?"
William picked up a grape and asked.
Ava shook her head. She was really full just now, and besides, during her last prenatal checkup, Olivia told her to control her sugar intake. She'd been only eating fruits with low sweetness lately, and didn't dare touch grapes anymore.
Emily glanced sideways and saw the plate holding her favorite grapes. Her own brother only asked his wife if she wanted any, completely ignoring her.
She really couldn't digest the anger burning inside her. She got up from the lounge chair, grabbed the plate full of grapes into her arms, and shot Ava a triumphant look.
William frowned.
"Watch your manners. You have no courtesy at all."
Emily snorted and held the fruit plate toward Lewis nearby.
"Lewis, want some?"
Lewis shook his head.
Emily suddenly felt it was pointless. She had snatched this plate of grapes, but nobody else even cared, making her look petty.
She wanted to upset Ava, but it didn't work out as she planned - like punching cotton, no impact!
She slammed the fruit plate on the table.
"Ava, you haven't competed with me yet. You ran away before we even started. What, scared?"
She was determined to show off today.
William stood up first, holding the shirt the waiter had just brought.
"Ava, come here. Let me teach you how to play first."
With that, the two walked onto the field. Before starting, William tied the shirt around Ava's waist, only feeling relieved after covering those blindingly white thighs.
Like before, he embraced her from behind, holding her hands in a position so intimate that Lewis couldn't bear to watch.
"Ava, feet shoulder-width apart, grip the club tight, knees slightly bent, and keep your wrists flexible."
Ava felt the warmth behind her and the faint scent near her nose, becoming momentarily distracted. It only lasted a few seconds, but he still noticed.
"Ava, focus."
Ava's ears turned blood red. Before she could react, he gripped her hands and swung the club.
The ball went straight into the hole like it was on rails.
Applause rang out behind them. Emily turned to look - Lewis was clapping alone. That was clearly William's shot, okay?
Emily got annoyed watching Ava cling to her brother. While those two were being all lovey-dovey, she got bored and started playing on her phone.
After William guided Ava through several shots, Emily's patience ran out.
"Can you do it or not? Do you really need to bring a man along just to play?"
William let go first and looked down at her.
"Can you manage?"
Ava wasn't very confident. She pressed her lips together and said, "I'll try."
She thought to herself - she was just a beginner anyway, losing to Emily wouldn't be that embarrassing.
Emily perked up completely.
"Same rules as before, then - best of three. The loser has to polish the winner's shoes, how about that?"
William frowned. "Do you have to be so gross? Afraid people won't know your feet stink?"
"Who, whose feet stink?"
Speechless.
Emily took three shots - two went in, the last one just missed. She finished and looked at Ava triumphantly.
Ava finished one shot. She had just positioned herself for the second when she caught William's expression suddenly darken from the corner of her eye.
She followed his gaze and saw a figure in white approaching gracefully.
Sarah was wearing sunglasses, swaying her big waves. Yesterday, she remembered Sarah using crutches, but today her foot wasn't limping anymore - she walked with confidence.
Ava's hands tightened, breaking out in sweat.
"Who called her here?"
William locked his gaze on Emily. The atmosphere around them instantly froze.
Emily usually feared nothing, except her brother. She realized at this moment that William didn't welcome Sarah's arrival, and she had secretly sent her a Facebook message inviting her.
To avoid getting in trouble, she threw down her club and ran toward Sarah, faster than a rabbit.
William rubbed his temples. Headache.
He'd only had one day of peace - could he not have any quiet days?
As soon as Sarah arrived, all interest in playing vanished, and the atmosphere immediately became strange.
"William, I'm late. How's everyone doing?"
William leaned back in his chair and stayed silent for a long time.
"You can keep Emily company."
Whoever invited her can entertain her.
Sarah flipped her hair. "I haven't played in ages. I definitely can't beat Emily. Come teach me!"
William didn't respond.
Lewis didn't know the relationship between these people. He just kept stealing glances at Ava, his instinct telling him the goddess had become unhappy since that woman called Sarah arrived. He instantly developed a dislike, even hatred, for Sarah.
The atmosphere was tense for a few seconds. Ava vaguely felt nauseous - she hadn't had morning sickness in a while.
Maybe seeing Sarah just made her sick.
Ava dry heaved a few times in the bathroom but didn't throw up. After coming out, she didn't dare go far in case she needed to vomit again. She slowly wandered to the nearby horse track, where several horses were tied in stables, eating grass.
She squatted down and pulled a few foxtail grass blades, feeding them through the fence. After eating the grass in her hand, a horse raised its head and neighed, as if interacting with her kindly. She was so focused on feeding them that she didn't notice footsteps approaching from behind.
"Ms. Davis, do you find it more comfortable being with horses than with people?"
Ava was startled. Seeing it was Lewis, she smiled awkwardly.
"Mr. Jones, I'm really sorry for making you think I was Emily."
After learning she was William's wife, Lewis became much more serious and proper, no longer joking around with her.
"How can I blame you? I just assumed you were the Morgan family's daughter without asking first. I was presumptuous."
As Lewis spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Ava's face, unable to look away. He didn't even notice it himself.
Ava felt uncomfortable being stared at.
"Mr. Jones, is there something on my face?"
Lewis rubbed the back of his neck and apologized repeatedly.
"Sorry, I zoned out."
They'd only been chatting for a few moments when Ava saw William striding toward them with an aggressive air.