Chapter 138

This was an extremely large bedroom which was probably even twice the size of Port of Heaven's living room. It was European style, with a very good handling of space. It was large but did not seem spacious, making it extremely luxurious.

Alice walked in and saw a row of wine cabinets, which were filled with wine from different ages.

Further in, a classical grand piano.

William seemed to like the floor-to-ceiling windows very much. The New York City Headquarters had them, and even the bedroom had a large area of floor-to- ceiling windows.

Alice walked over to the piano.

William didn't seem to like playing the piano.

Playing the piano required a calm mind, so how could William, who had a bad temper, calm down?

Her gaze landed on a corner of the piano's lid. Inscribed on it were two words David Cullen.

David Cullen?

It was like a name.

Surnamed Cullen, from the Cullen family?

Alice did not spend too much time guessing. She turned around and walked in front of the window, took out her phone and sent a message to Patrick.

[How are you?]

She was worried about Patrick's body.

As long as Patrick was alright, she could set his guard down and walk on the path she had chosen.

The other side quickly replied.

Patrick is very good, there is no need for you to pretend to be nice. I am Mary, I beg of you, eat your food and don't think about what's in the bowl. Slut, don't come and disturb me and Patrick anymore."

Mary?

Why was Mary by Patrick's side?

Alice puzzledly frowned. She thought for a while, then deleted the message.

I hope that Patrick is fine.

He said that he would take her along to jump out of Mary's trap, but she almost pulled him into another hell named William's trap.

What Mary said was also what she was thinking.

For Patrick's sake, she really couldn't drag him into this.

William already knew that from today onwards, she would not be able to contact Patrick again.

"Bam."

The door was pushed open.

Alice turned her head around, and William walked in from the outside. He was wearing a white bathrobe with the collar half open, revealing a firm chest. His short hair was still wet, and one hand was hanging by his side, wrapped in layers of gauze.

Alice's heart tensed up, and she could not help but straighten her body.

William walked towards her step by step, a pair of pitch black pupils suffused with a cold glow. Alice reflexively retreated two steps back, leaning on the French window.

"What are you hiding for? Are you afraid that I'll eat you?"

William looked at her gloomily.

"Nope."

Alice shook her head, her mind working quickly. He hadn't hit her just now, and now his eyes were completely bloodshot. As long as she didn't anger him, he probably wouldn't flare up.

"Where did they touch you?"

William asked.

"They? Who?" Alice asked curiously.

William walked in front of her with a step, then pressed his bandaged hand against the French window above her head. Did they touch your private place?"

If not for the fact that he was furious when he returned and was afraid that he would hurt her in a fit of rage, he would not have let maids touch her.

She belonged to him alone. Neither man nor woman could touch her.

He regretted now that he should not have let the maid bath her.

Hearing that, Alice became a little embarrassed, "No, I just soaked in the hot spring for a long time. They were only responsible for drying me and put my clothes on me."

What was he thinking of, jealous for women?

Did he have to be so terrifying?

"Is that so?" William's eyes shone upon her face, and with a low and magnetic voice, his tone could not be heard, "Then, does Patrick has touch your private places before?"

"Nope."

"Lie." William's tone turned cold, "When you fell on his body, he even touched you!"

Alice was silent. Was he going to continue pursuing the matter?

"Alice, remember this." William raised one of his hands, and his long fingers lifted a strand of her hair, "This is mine."

His fingertips moved to her eyes. "This is mine."

The warmth of his fingertips rested on her lips.

William's finger slowly moved down along the curve of her face, sliding along the curve of her slender neck. It was like a small cluster of flame, extremely ambiguous.

Alice held her breath, and did not resist.

William's hand suddenly went to her chest through her clothes and said tyrannically, "It's all mine. Alice, say it, your entire body is mine!" Alice opened her mouth, but could not say anything.

William retracted his fingers.

Alice frowned in pain, she said, "If I say it, will you let this matter go just like this?"

"You want me to let Patrick go?"

How could William not understand her meaning?

Thinking about Patrick at this time, a hint of fierceness flashed through his hands.

"Don't involve innocent people in this." Alice said.

"And if I say no?"

"What if I said that from now on, I don't want to leave you?" Alice asked.

In exchange for this, he would probably need it.

William's face was cold and hard, his black eyes stared at her maliciously, wanting to see if she was telling her thought.

Suddenly, he lowered his face and approached her.

Alice leaned against the window, and tightly held her hand at her side.

She knew that if she chose to return with him, she would no longer be able to resist him.

William immediately covered her lips and leaned his chest close to hers, tying her up between himself and the window. The thin lip unrestrainedly kissed her lips, and caressed her delicate body through her clothes.

Her phone suddenly vibrated.

William stopped and turned his head, only to see Alice's phone on the piano cover.

He walked over, and when he picked up his phone, he saw a new message coming in. It was from Patrick.

William's gaze turned cold, "Password."

"2015."

Alice said and walked over.

William entered his password, and opened a text message.

I'm sorry Alice, I don't know why Mary suddenly appeared. I was receiving treatment just now, she took the phone away. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. How are you doing, William didn't do anything to you, right?

In the blink of an eye, he glared at her. "You're in my bedroom, and you still want to send a text message to Patrick?"

There was only one message.

It was very obvious that she was sending a message to Patrick before he came in.

"Give it to me."

Alice stretched out her hand.

"You still want to communicate with him via text message in front of me?" William clenched his teeth and said.

Looking at his deteriorating expression, Alice didn't say a word. She reached out to grab the phone, deleted the message right in front of him, and then blacklisted Patrick's name.

A row of words appeared on the Mobile Screen [Do you want to blacklist Patrick? YES. NO.]

Alice stared at the three words "Patrick" and her eyes glazed over for a second.

She pressed "YES" without hesitation.

Don't blame her.

She still wanted to be his lifeline, not the one dragging him down.

"Is that okay?"

Alice returned the phone back to him and asked indifferently.

She would only send a message to Patrick to confirm that he was alright.

As long as Patrick was fine, she believed that her choice was the right one.

William stared at her coldly, trying to figure out how much of her actions were for him, even if it was only 20%.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and drew a rectangle on her chest with his fingertip, looking like the window of a Mobile Screen.

William stared at her, and said in a deep voice, "If there is an option to blacklist Patrick, I will definitely press YES without hesitation!"

Alice was silent.

It would be much simpler if one's feelings could be freely decided by the option of "YES" or "NO".

"Tell me, how much of this' YES 'is for Patrick?"

William stared at her deeply and asked her each and every word.

He was very wise, terrifyingly wise.

It was all for Patrick.

Alice looked at him, but she did not dare show any additional emotions on her face. Because at this point in time, she could only lie.

She opened her mouth to say something, but William pulled her into his embrace, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

He pried open her lips, his tongue long and hot against the warmth of her mouth.

Her lips were always sweet, but tonight, he had only tasted bitterness.

It doesn't matter.

No matter how bitter, he still wanted her. She was his, and she belonged to him alone.

Thinking up to here, William's black eyes became even deeper. They became even more tyrannical as he deepened the kiss, lingering and intensely until her breathing couldn't go smoothly. Only then did he slightly relax a little, allowing her to breathe.

"Mmm!"

Alice called out.

The two of them were pressed together, face to face, their injured hands hanging to their sides. His left hand held her right hand, fingers intertwined, tightly entwined.

William kissed her, forcing her to retreat.

Alice retreated step by step, until she reached the end of the bed. Unlike Port of Heaven's bedroom, the bed here was a retro European style, twice the size of Port of Heaven's bed.

Alice was pushed down by him.

William followed closely behind and bent down to kiss her lips.

Her breathing was tight. William loosened his grip on her slightly, his black eyes revealing desire, as he stared at her swollen lips quietly. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Alice, say it, you're mine alone."

Alice laid on the bed, her body slightly stiff. She slowly opened her mouth and obediently replied, "I belong to you alone."

Her voice was somewhat numb.

"Say that you won't leave me for the rest of your life, that the man you want is William, not Patrick!" William stared down at her and tyrannically ordered.

He wanted her to say it, he wanted her to promise it.

In this life.

Why did he have to force her?

"Speak!" William's eyes shone with a dangerous light, "Alice, you should know that just because I didn't tear you apart today doesn't mean that you're eternally safe."

She knew.

From the moment she chose to go with him in the amusement park, she knew what kind of path she had chosen for herself.

She had chosen to be a shameful lover, to see him marry and have children, and she had no home.

"The man I want is ..." As he spoke to here, Alice paused, and looked at Jun Pang, who was right in front of him, and found it difficult to speak.

"Goon!"

William's pupils contracted tightly. He grabbed her hand with one hand and placed her finger on the thin lip.

"The man I want is William, emm