Chapter173Lapdog


    Emeliecould<b>ask</b>foranythingifshewentbacktoWilliam?


    “Likewhat?”sheasked.


    Theckandwhitekeyswerepressedrhythmically,creatingamelodioustaneWilliamspokeslowly,“ThepositionofChiefSecretaryisstillyours.”


    Emelieaskedagain,“Istheremore?”


    “Sryincrease,plusbonuses.”


    “Anythingelse?”


    Willumncedather,hiseyesnarrowedslightly.<b>The</b>Emelieherememberedwasn’tthisgreedy.


    However,her willingnesstonegotiateindicatedherwillingnesstoreturn.Hepausedhis<b>no</b>yingandsaid<b>,</b>“Doyoustillnothaveacar?Inconvenienttransportation.”


    Emeliechuckledsoftly.Duringtheirthreeyearstogether<b>,</b>shedidn’tevenhavejewelryorhandbags,letaloneahouseoracar.Now,hewasofferingthemfreely.


    Butshestisked,“Anythingelse?


    “I’lltakecareofyourmother’ssurgerytotheend.”Williamraisedhischinslightly.“Shouldn’tthatbeenough?”


    Takingresponsibility forthesurgerywashistrumpcardbecauseheknewit waswhatshecared<b>about</b>themost.Ofcourse,heknew.Heknewbetterthananyonewheretohurtherthemost.


    Emeliesmirked.“Youaren’tdrinkingtoday,yetyou’restisdelusionsthatnight?Aftereverythingyou’vedone tome,howcouldyoustillthinkI’ebacktoyou?Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    William’s expressiondarkenedinaninstant..


    Hewasprobablyabouttoarguethathermother’sheartconditionhadnothingtodowithhim.Buttheirissuesrantardeeperthanthat


    “Onthecruiseship,youweretheonewhotradedmeforthatproject,right?Youweretheonewhokeptblockingmefromfindinganewjob,yingwithmelikeitwasagame,right?


    “You’veconsistently, repeatedlysuppressedme.NowyouthinkIshouldjuserunningbackbecauseyousayso?William,amIyoupdog?”


    Emelleknewsheshould’vestayedcalmandunbothered


    ButwhetheritwasthesightofWesleyinthegardenorhearingWilliam’sabsurdrequest,shecouldn’tcontainherangerassherecountedthepasttwomonthsofhismaniption.


    William’slipspressedintoahardline.


    Emeliesneered.“Yousuredidtreatmelikeadog,butIcanbemyownperson.WhywouldIstickaroundtobeyourdog?”


    Thepianowasckandwhite,justlikeWilliam,withhiscksweaterand whitetrenchcoat.Thesetwostarklycontrasting colorsmadehimstandout,crystalclearunderthechandeller’sglow.


    Astheylockedeyesforamoment,afaintsmirkappearedatthecornerofhismouth.Heresumedyingthepianopletingtheendingofthemusicwithzy,nonchntstyle


    “Iwasjustmakinganoffhandsuggestion.Ifyoudon’twantit,sobeit.Whyareyousoworkedup?”


    Emeliefeltshe’d beenpunchedinthegut.Itwasasifherangerhitasoftcushioninsteadoftheintendedtarget.


    Hisresponsefeltlikehewastoyingwithheragain.Hervoicetightened,shereplied,“Ifyou finditamusingtojokearound,Mr.Middleton,Idon’thavetimeforit.Excuseme.”


    Sheturnedtoleave.William’svoice followedherishesaid,“DusyspreadingDaphne’sphotos,right?Ofcourse,youdon’thavetime.”


    Emeliepausedbriefly,thenhurriedintotheelevatorwithoutaword.


    Wam’smooddarkenedashisannoyancegrew.Itseemedthathewasn’tentirelyunaffectedbyEmelie’srejection.


    Hereachedforacigarette,butwhenhesawtheno–smokingsignonthepiano,hedecidedagainstit.


    Afewminutesofstillnessdidn’tcalmhim.Withafrown,hepulledouthisphoneandcalledJayden.“Drinkstonight?”


    “Now?Ican’tYelenaisinterestedinanantiquevaseupforauctioninWimstourCity,soIneed tohelpher getit”


    Williamhungupabruptly,annoyanceshingacrosshisface.


    Hethenmadeanothercall.“Beinmyroomintenminutes.”