Chapter 69
The car left the overpass as dusk quietly enveloped the city.
Neon lights flickered on one by one, painting the urban landscape in a dazzling glow.
Inside the vehicle, the silence was suffocating.
Emily Smith clutched the hem of her shirt, her fingertips trembling slightly.
She knew she had truly angered William Johnson this time.
The shifting lights outside cast fleeting shadows across her face, revealing traces of regret.
"So you can cook?" William suddenly spoke, his voice icy. "Make dinner for me when we get back."
Emily turned her head sharply.
The man kept his eyes closed, not even sparing her a glance.
"Okay," she replied softly.
"Reluctant?" William's eyes snapped open, dark and stormy.
Emily quickly shook her head. "I'm afraid it won't suit your taste."
He studied her for a few seconds before closing his eyes again.
She leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his face away.
"Wash up first," he muttered, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
Emily bit her lip.
Upon returning to Jinzhou Bay, she immediately retreated to the bathroom.
The warm water cascaded over her body, yet it couldn't wash away the lingering disgust.
Robert Miller's scent seemed to cling stubbornly to her skin.
She scrubbed the places he had touched until her skin turned red.
In the living room, William dialed Olivia Davis' number.
"Bring some groceries over."
Half an hour later, Olivia arrived with armfuls of bags.
"Need any help, Mr. Johnson?" she asked, batting her lashes.
William didn't even look up. "Get out."
Olivia paled and fled.
The kitchen island was now piled with enough ingredients to last a week.
William checked the time.
Twenty minutes had passed.
Just as he was about to stand, he heard footsteps.
Emily emerged in a white nightgown, her damp hair dripping water.
The red marks from her vigorous scrubbing stood out starkly against her fair skin.
William's gaze darkened.
"So much food?" She stared at the kitchen in surprise.
"Just cook something," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
Emily began sorting through the ingredients.
The hem of her nightg swayed gently with her movements, revealing slender ankles.
William pretended to focus on his laptop, but the words blurred before his eyes.
His attention kept drifting uncontrollably toward her.
The apron strings cinched around her waist, accentuating its slimness.
Suddenly, William stood.
The sound startled Emily.
When she turned, he was already standing right behind her.