Chapter 135

"Yes, young master."

William walked to the hall and sat on the leather sofa.

Daniel followed closely and poured a glass of red wine for William.

William received it, and stared at the wine in the cup with his black eyes, the color of the wine reflecting red in his eyes.

The maid came over with the agent.

The manager was a woman who was around 30 years old. In the entertainment circle, she had seen the beautiful scene. But at this moment, she was led into Cullen.

Every inch of this castle was grand to the extreme. It was very luxurious, just like a western palace castle from an ancient era, making people feel that they were insignificant within it.

"Young Master, she's here." The maid spoke.

Hearing this, the agent looked forward.

William sat on the sofa with his head raised high, looking at her arrogantly, "I'll give you two minutes, stop spouting nonsense here."

He didn't like the people from Clyne Family.

Hearing this, the agent couldn't help but take two steps back. She looked at the man sitting on the sofa from afar. The light fell on him. He was so handsome, so extraordinary, so cold, and so high up.

It was a powerful feeling of existence.

With a single glance, she felt humbled.

The maid pushed her a little then she regained her senses. She hurriedly took out an item from her bag and handed it over to the maid, "Mr.Cullen, Mary asked me to bring this over. She said that you should need it now."

The maid handed it over.

William shot a cold glance at it. It was a hard faced journal with blue skies and white clouds.

On one of the white clouds, three graceful words were written - Alice.

Alice's diary.

William's hand that was holding onto the wine cup tightened suddenly, and asked: "Is that all?"

"Mary said, this is enough." The agent said to William, "Mary said, she and Patrick definitely do not wish to have any relationship with Alice anymore. I hope that Mr.Cullen can stop making things difficult for Young Master Miller on account of her voluntarily sending the diary." "Mary also said that it had always been Alice pestering Young Master Miller and it had nothing to do with him." The agent ignored Patrick and Alice's suggestions.

"Who does he, Patrick, think he is to be bothered by my woman?"

William glared at her sinisterly, his voice filled with anger.

The agent was shocked, "I "F*ck off."

William spat out one word directly from the thin lip.

The agent had originally learnt a lot of things from Mary, but after hearing this, she didn't dare say a single word. She looked with some fear, then left under the lead of the maid.

William placed the diary on his lap, and flipped through the diary with his long fingers, stopping at the white cloud with his fingertips at the elegant name.

There was a full three seconds of pause.

He was still holding the wine cup in his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, and Daniel helped him drink in time.

The alcohol spread out in his stomach, numbing him.

Only now did William open the diary, Alice's handwriting was delicate yet tender [Today's weather is clear and cloudless. Patrick took me to San Francisco for a wild amusement park. I've never had such a fun. Aside from painting on the wall, I can also have such a fun time at an amusement park. Unfortunately, Patrick can't see or play, or else he can be as happy as I am. Thank you, Patrick. You always make me happy.]

Her diary was short and concise.

However, such a short diary, "Patrick" had appeared three times.

This was the place where he had discovered her and Patrick.

He thought that the reason why she suddenly suggested taking a walk was because she was in a bad mood and did not want to face the results of his paternity test, but for Patrick.

William's eyes were filled with a faint killing intent. After a long while, he finally flipped to the first page.

His movements were stiff, as if he didn't have any strength.

[Today's weather is clear and cloudless. I found that Patrick enjoyed being with me more and more. When I came back from school, he was waiting at the gate, saying that his lessons had ended but he didn't understand. He was waiting for me to teach him. I took it and looked at it found I didn't understand it either. Patrick likes to say how we two fools will live in the future if we marry each other.] Marry her.

William looked at the date on the diary. Thinking about it, it should have been when Alice was about ten years old. She was talking about marriage at her ten years old.

How can she be so precocious!

William resisted the urge to throw the diary out and continued to read-

[Today's weather is clear and cloudless. Today was not a happy day, Patrick had a cold. His body was really bad, so he could catch a cold and have a fever at any time, looking pitiful. Mom and Dad were out, and Patrick's parents only said they were busy when they received the phone call, so I had to take a leave of absence to take care of him at home. Patrick is very similar to me, we were both abandoned by our biological parents, so I have to take good care of him.]

After reading a few pieces consecutively, William's hand that was holding onto the wine cup became tighter.

Alice's diary was very unique, every entry started with a clear and bright day, with no clouds in the sky.

The weather had clearly stated that it was a rainy day, but she still wrote clear at the beginning.

Every one must be talking about Patrick.

Patrick. Patrick. Patrick. Patrick.Patrick!

It was all that man's name!

William forcefully suppressed his emotions and continued to flip through. His gaze suddenly swept over a diary, and his face completely darkened.

[Today's weather is clear and cloudless. The Miller Family sent me a cake for Patrick's Birthday. Patrick told me to make a wish. He gave me his wish for a birthday. What could I wish for, as I did last year: I hope that Patrick will always be by my side, never leave me.]

Then, what else was written on the diary, William could no longer see.

"Pa-

William smashed the diary to the ground with a slap. His breath became heavy from jealousy and hatred, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

Her wish was to have that man always by her side and never leave her...

To him, she was always saying that she was going to leave him.

Today, he finally understood that everything was just an excuse.

The man she wanted, was Patrick!

After showering, Alice walked out and pressed her left arm.

There was a private doctor in Cullen who bandaged her hands again and gave her two pills to stop the pain.

Alice grudgingly thought that if this continued, her left arm would probably be crippled. Fortunately, she did not need to use her left hand to draw, or else her work would be ruined as well.

Those maids listened to William's orders and washed her a whole three times.

The hot spring water changed again and again, washing her until she took off two layers of skin.

She walked towards the hall. Far away, she saw William sitting on the sofa with a wine cup in his hand. The red wine in the cup was swaying.

The crystal lamp by his side hung in the air, and the crystals reflected countless rays of light, illuminating his face.

William.

Alice's heart sunk, she didn't know what he would do to her.

When she walked closer, she realized that William's expression was even uglier than when he brought her here.

He sat there, leaning forward slightly. His handsome face was filled with a dark ruthlessness, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His eyes were staring at the ground, and he was gripping a wine cup tighter.

Alice followed his gaze and looked over, only to see a hard copy diary on the ground.

"Why is my diary here?"

she asked in astonishment.

Her diaries had long since disappeared. After Patrick lost his memory, she had once wanted to show it to him to recall his memories, but she couldn't find those diaries.

Hearing that, William turned towards her, his eyes bloodshot and filled with bloodlust, "Is this diary really yours?"

Alice could not help but take a step back, she was shocked by the light in his eyes.

William looked at her, his face full of anger.

Then, with a "bam" sound, the wine cup shattered in his hand.

Alice's eyes were wide open as she looked at him in disbelief.

The glass shattered in his hand and fell to the floor, the red wine spilling over his slender fingers and seeping out slowly. It was blood.

He seemed to feel no pain as he stared at her, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Alice stared at him blankly, as an unexplainable fear engulfed her.

Without much thought, Alice turned and ran.

"You still dare to run? Stop right there!"

William roared, standing up and chasing after her.

Daniel stood there, looking at the broken pieces of the wine cup and the blood stains on the ground in shock.

It's over. The young master was enraged this time.

Alice ran forward fearfully. She wanted to run towards the big gate in such a big imperial castle, but realized that she could not do so.

There seemed to be no end to the interior of the castle. She kept moving forward, but she could not see the exit.

"Alice, stop right there!" William roared, "If you continue running, I'll tear you to shreds!"

If she didn't run, she would be torn to shreds.

A paranoid personality disorder was burning with anger. If she didn't run, then she was an idiot.

Alice ran with all her might to the elevator door.

A few maids were coming out. She ran forward, pushed the maids aside, rushed in. She pressed a number at random, and went upstairs.

William ran over and stared at the elevator door as it closed, "Alice, get out!"

He ran closer, his fists full of blood and red wine slamming down on the elevator, but the doors didn't open.

"Shit!"

William muttered an incantation as he stared at the numbers on the elevator.

Every time he chased her, he lost on the elevator.

When the time comes, he will tear down all the elevators wherever she can reach.

He will see how her legs run!

Alice ran out of the elevator and rushed to who knows how many floors she had climbed.

She ran inside.

She closed the door and locked it as she ran.

When she looked back, she was vexed to find that the castle was terrifyingly large, with multiple doors leading from one hall to the next.

Panting, she closed the door, exhausted.

It wasn't easy for her to close the few doors, so Alice ran towards the last door.

Just as she was about to close the door, she was violently kicked open by someone from the outside.

William stood at the door, glaring at her with hostility.

Alice was forced to retreat a few steps. Without much time to think, she turned around and ran.

Damn it.

The doors were locked by her and she couldn't get away.

Alice was extremely anxious as she stood behind the sofa.