Chapter 201

George Taylor frowned at his phone screen.

Hadn’t William Johnson always been in love with Amanda Lin? Weren’t they about to get married?

He recalled Mia Harris’ words yesterday—Emily Smith was hospitalized with pneumonia, her fever stubbornly refusing to break.

This girl really was something else.

George scoffed and dialed Amanda’s number instead.

Amanda arrived quickly, accompanied by Sam Wilson, hauling the completely wasted William back to his apartment.

"You can go rest now," Amanda told Sam.

She had always been good at handling people, treating those around William with impeccable courtesy.

Sam glanced at the unconscious man sprawled on the bed and quietly retreated.

Amanda reached for William’s belt.

"Emmy..."

William suddenly opened his eyes and yanked her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Amanda’s lips curled into a secretive smile.

This was the first time William had ever been so affectionate with her.

Drunk, he resembled a sulky child, pouting as he whined, "Emmy, I’m mad at you... You have to make it up to me..."

Emmy?

Amanda froze.

Had she heard that right?

William’s hand cupped her face, his grin boyish. "Hurry up and make it better..."

Now she was certain. He had called her "Emmy."

Emily’s "Em," and "my" as in "mine."

Her nails dug into her palms.

Fury twisted into a smile as she leaned close to his ear. "William, how did I used to make it up to you?"

"Like this..."

William tilted his head up, mimicking how Emily had once comforted him—pressing reverent kisses to her forehead, the corner of her eye, the tip of her nose...

Just as his lips were about to descend, Amanda seized the back of his head and crushed her mouth against his.

Morning sunlight stabbed at William’s eyelids.

He lifted a hand to rub his temples, only to find his arm pinned beneath something.

Turning his head, he saw Amanda asleep against his chest.

And lower—

They were both stark naked.

William’s brow furrowed.

"William~"

Amanda stirred, pressing a kiss to his lips with a satisfied smile. "Sleep well?"

He stared at her. Last night was a complete blank.

"I’m going to shower." He threw off the covers and stood.

"Let’s go together." Amanda reached for him.

"No." William walked into the bathroom without looking back.

Amanda’s smile vanished.