Chapter 65 She Cried and Pushed Him Away
Hearing this, William on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze fixed on the smile on Sophia's face.
From her eyes to her nose, then to her rosy lips, William's captivating stare conveyed a message that made one's mouth go dry.
Sophia fell silent.
She told him to find a woman, so why was he looking at her!
As the head of the Smith family, the top elite family, William had access to the world's finest resources from birth. He only took the best of everything.
No matter how beautiful a woman was, to him she was just a pretty face that couldn't stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.
Only one person was the exception!
Sophia was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
From their first meeting, she had captured all his attention. Her resilient gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, had left an indelible mark on his heart.
William had never told her any of this.
Tony keenly sensed the rising temperature in the air and quickly made up an excuse to leave.
"Mrs. Smith, my Buddy is about to have puppies. I need to go check on him!"
"Tony, isn't your Buddy a male dog?"
"He just had gender reassignment surgery recently. Thanks to modern technology, Buddy can now contribute his share of love to his wife."
Before Sophia could say anything more, Tony had already disappeared. His voice drifted back on the wind.
"Mrs. Smith, I'm leaving Mr. Smith in your hands!"
Sophia gritted her teeth. He truly lived up to being the Peace Group's chief secretary!
When trouble came, he ran faster than a rabbit!
Left alone in the living room, William looked exactly like a lone wolf that had been starving in the wilderness for a long time, his eyes locked on her lips.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, bringing waves of heat to the air.
Sophia quickly stepped back two paces, forgetting there was a wall right behind her.
William closed the distance in two quick steps, grabbed her wrist, and his burning body temperature transferred from his palm to her heart.
Sophia instinctively resisted.
She tried to kick his leg, but he caught it. She tried to strike at his eyes, but that was easily blocked, too. The dominance and forcefulness emanating from William carried an innate sense of power.
Sophia turned her face away, refusing to look at his overly burning gaze.
"William, let me go!"
Not only did William not let go, but he took another step forward. Affected by the drug, all he could see now was Sophia's chattering red lips.
So fragrant, so close, so tempting.
He couldn't help but want to taste her sweetness.
His hot breath sprayed on her cheek. Just as he was about to touch her skin, Sophia raised her hand to cover his approaching lips.
The softness against her palm made her heart tremble.
"William, calm down!"
"Let me go first, I'll... I'll get you the antidote!"
His low, husky voice, as if it too had been scorched by flames, carried waves of heat as it drew closer to her earlobe.
"Didn't you say... just need to relieve it..."
"William, you're crazy! I'm Sophia, not Alice!"
A soft laugh came by her ear.
Like a light feather, slowly scratching her eardrum, the tingling sensation spreading to all her limbs.
William curved his lips. "I know."
He knew?
What did he know!
Sophia pressed both hands against William's chest, pushing hard.
As she pushed, she said, "I really have medicine that can cure the aphrodisiac in your system. William, let go now!"
Whenever her emotions fluctuated, the corners of her eyes would always turn red.
It looked like she had been scared to tears.
The little strength Sophia used to struggle was like an itch to William, completely ineffective.
His body, his palm gripping her wrist, was all like red-hot iron. Just being close made breathing feel scorching.
William's fingertips gripped her chin, his voice alluring, "Sophia... tell me, what would happen if I don't take the antidote?"
Don't take it?
This drug was developed to enhance sexual function in the first place.
For men who had the desire but not the ability, an antidote wasn't necessary.
She just had the habit of creating an antidote for every drug.
She never expected it would actually come in handy today!
The heat from William's body transferred to her through their clothes.
His strong, powerful arms blocked her path, his intense masculine presence wrapped around her breath, gradually eroding her rationality.
Just then.
William leaned close to her ear, his voice soft yet rational, slowly asking about something he didn't even realize he cared about.
"Sophia, did you really remarry?"
Actually, if she had been just a bit more careful, she would have noticed that William's eyes had never completely fallen into the abyss created by the aphrodisiac.
Sophia, whose mind was gradually becoming foggy, suddenly snapped awake at these words!
She looked up at William's eyes—calm and composed, completely clear. Where was the confusion and discomfort of being controlled by an aphrodisiac?
Sophia's heart sank. She finally realized.
William's earlier behavior was all an act!
The aphrodisiac she developed might affect ordinary people's minds, but who was William?
The CEO of Peace Group, the head of the Smith family, the top elite family!
For someone of his background, these kinds of drugs were risks they learned to avoid from childhood. How could he possibly fall for it so easily?
Sure enough, it was all pretend to test her!
Realizing this, Sophia used all her strength to push William away, wiped the wrist he had held with a wet tissue, and threw it in the trash right in front of him, the disgust in her eyes obvious.
"William, you've gone too far!"
She left him in the living room and went straight back to the master bedroom.
Downstairs, William, who had been pushed onto the sofa and hadn't gotten up, looked down at his disheveled state and raised one hand to cover his eyes.
He laughed softly with self-mockery: "Too far?"
William sat alone in the dark corner of the sofa, like an emperor sitting on his throne, surveying his domain.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the surge in his body.
A few minutes later.
William heard rustling sounds. As soon as he opened his eyes, a small bottle was tossed into his arms.
It was Sophia bringing him the antidote to the aphrodisiac.
In the darkness, William's lips curved up silently, but remembering the question Sophia refused to answer, his face turned cold again.
That night.
He spent it on the living room sofa.
When Sophia woke up the next day, William was already gone from downstairs. The small jade-white porcelain bottle on the coffee table was empty.
Marigoldia.
The man who had led last night's attack on him was cornered at home by Tony and his men. His head was now being held underwater, struggling constantly.
"Mr. Ronnie Ford, when you offend someone you shouldn't have, you must bear the consequences. I believe your son just turned eighteen, right?"
"Please, don't touch my son. It's all my fault. If Mr. Smith wants revenge, come straight at me!"
"What backbone. Too bad we have an old saying: if you don't pull out the roots when cutting grass, it grows back with the spring breeze!"
Tony's eyes were ice cold.
Gone was the calm and smooth demeanor of Peace Group's CEO secretary.
He raised the object in his hand, pressing it against the other man's temple, slowly forming a cruel smile.
"Hurry up and bring in Mr. Ford's son to see his father one last time. Time waits for no one."
Time passed minute by minute.
The boy had been dragged from his own birthday party with friends. Seeing Ronnie in such a miserable state, his eyes widened in terror.
Just an hour ago, they had been celebrating his coming-of-age ceremony at their estate, receiving blessings from friends and family.
Now, both of them were bruised and battered!
"Dad..."
Following several muffled sounds, on the other end of Tony's Bluetooth earpiece, William hung up the phone expressionlessly, his entire presence cold and intimidating.
"Clean it up."