Chapter 238
Emily's heart skipped a beat as she instinctively glanced around.
Several pairs of curious eyes were indeed fixed on them.
She immediately stilled, allowing William to keep holding her hand.
Once inside the car, Emily pressed her lips together and refused to respond no matter what William said.
Yet the hand he had held burned with lingering warmth.
William watched her, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Back at Sky Mansion, William followed her into the kitchen with grocery bags.
"Need help?" he asked, removing his sunglasses.
Emily crouched to organize the ingredients without looking up. "No."
"Idle hands make light work," he said, kneeling beside her.
"No—" A dull thud cut her off.
She looked up just as her forehead collided with his chin.
The impact made her gasp in pain, her skin already flushing red.
"Let me see." William reached for her forehead, concern tightening his features.
Emily dodged his touch. "Just leave."
"A little massage will help," he insisted, leaning closer.
"Your chin is like granite," she retreated. "What if we collide again?"
William chuckled lowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "You think only my chin is hard?"
Emily froze, then flushed crimson.
"William," she said stiffly, "do you want dinner or not?"
"I do," he answered, his tone layered with meaning.
"Then get out," she turned away. "Or you can cook instead."
"Fine. Call if you need me." Satisfied with teasing her enough, he finally left.
From the semi-open kitchen, Emily could feel the weight of his gaze.
Only when his phone rang did William step onto the balcony.
The doorbell chimed just as Emily finished prepping ingredients.
William was already striding toward the entrance.
"Emily, we—" Daniel Chen's voice cut off abruptly.
"She's busy," William said coolly. "You can talk to me."
Emily emerged, greeting him distantly. "Daniel."
Seeing her in an apron, Daniel's face drained of color.
"If there's nothing else..." William slid an arm around her waist, preparing to shut the door.
The moment it closed, Emily shoved him away.
She shot him a glare before storming back to the kitchen.
William followed, laughter rumbling in his chest.
Outside, Daniel stood frozen as if struck by lightning.
......
Two hours later, seven dishes and a soup adorned the dining table.
While Emily fetched utensils, William discreetly photographed each dish.
"Eat," she said, slamming the chopsticks in front of him.
Her voice bristled with irritation.
William didn't touch his food. "Why did you break up with Daniel?"