Chapter 283
William chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. "It's already done. What now?"
Emily's gaze drifted to the dining table in the nearby lounge area. Exquisite meal boxes were neatly arranged, filled with an array of delicacies.
"Have you eaten?" she asked quietly.
William followed her line of sight. "Olivia brought those. I didn't touch them."
Olivia had lingered in his office for over an hour, pouting and pleading, but William hadn't taken a single bite.
His reason was simple—he wasn't hungry.
After finally sending her away, she had run into Emily.
They had grown up together. Olivia had always protected him, and he treated her like a younger sister.
If she hadn't insulted Emily, he wouldn't have turned on her.
For Emily, he was willing to defy not just Olivia, but the entire Davis family.
Emily studied the untouched feast.
"Eat what I brought," she said simply, carrying her insulated lunchbox to the conference area.
William took it and pulled her close as they sat down together.
A simple meal of three dishes and soup, yet it made William's mouth water.
"Take your time. I should go," Emily said, handing him chopsticks as she started to rise.
William caught her wrist. "Stay until I finish."
The pleading look in his eyes softened her resolve, and she sat back down.
He picked up a slice of beef and held it to her lips. "Try it?"
"I already ate," she declined.
"Next time, we'll eat together," he suggested.
Emily pressed her lips together in a faint smile but didn't respond.
Noticing her subdued mood, William ate quietly.
When it was time to leave, he insisted on walking her downstairs.
In the elevator, his arm tightened around her waist. "Worried about Olivia?"
Emily nodded. "And Lily."
Lily was defenseless in the hospital. If Olivia wanted to harm her...
"I'll assign someone to protect her," William murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
The promise eased some of Emily's tension.
After seeing her off, William immediately pulled up the surveillance footage from the secretary's office and sent it to Vincent Davis.
The young head of the Davis family called soon after.
"Did Olivia bother you again?" Vincent's tone was polite and composed.
"As long as she treats the person I care about with respect, I'll still consider her a sister," William said by the window, his voice sincere.
A light laugh came through the phone. "You must really care about this girl."
"I do. Very much," he answered without hesitation.
"I see," Vincent replied smoothly. "I'll keep Olivia in check."
"Thank you."
"The apology should be mine," Vincent shifted gears. "I hope you'll tolerate her for my sake."
William's brow furrowed slightly. "That depends on what she does."
Vincent chuckled and steered the conversation toward business matters.