Chapter 247
Emily glanced at him but remained silent.
"Distant water can't quench present thirst. I'll stay with you," he insisted.
She pressed her lips together.
Silence stretched between them.
William's brows gradually knitted together, his face paling. He occasionally pressed a hand to his stomach, his knuckles turning white.
Sam couldn't take it anymore and stepped forward. "Boss, is your stomach acting up again? You haven't eaten anything this morning."
Emily turned her head at the words.
"Sam," William warned sharply.
Sam immediately fell silent.
"There's a noodle shop across from the hospital," Emily said suddenly.
"Together," he replied instantly.
She stood and walked toward the elevator without confirming. The corner of William's mouth lifted as he strode after her with his long legs.
Outside the surgical building, Emily suddenly stopped.
"Changed your mind?" He raised a brow.
"Let's drive," she said, avoiding his gaze.
Understanding flashed in William's eyes as he opened the car door for her.
The car headed toward "Seven Flavors," the private restaurant she often visited with Mia.
"Afraid of being seen?" William broke the silence.
"There's nothing between us," she said, staring straight ahead. "No need for misunderstandings."
His Adam's apple bobbed.
This wild rose's thorns were sharper than he'd imagined.
"Have you thought about it?" He changed the subject.
"I have," she said calmly.
William's heart sank.
"I'm not suited to be your girlfriend," she turned to look at him. "We're from different worlds."
"How?" he pressed.
Emily gazed out the window. "What you can do with a snap of your fingers might be out of my reach forever."
"My world is open to you anytime."
She shook her head. "I can't afford the admission ticket."
His eyes darkened. "You won't even try?"
"If you need a physical relationship," she met his gaze, "I can oblige until you find someone new."
The temperature in the car plummeted.
"Is that all we are to you?" His voice tightened.
Emily considered it seriously. "What else?"
"Pull over," William ordered coldly.
Tires screeched against the pavement.
"Get out," he commanded.
Emily pushed the door open smoothly but paused before closing it. "See? This is inequality. You say 'go,' and I have to go."
The door slammed shut.
William watched her retreating back, straight and unyielding, then suddenly chuckled low.
Sam peeked at him through the rearview mirror, clicking his tongue inwardly.
This girl was ruthless.