??Chapter 607: Chapter 593: Serving Jail Ti as a Substitute_3
Chapter 607: Chapter 593: Serving Jail Ti as a Substitute_3
Oscar Winston didn’t ask any more questions and walked past her, “Co back here at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning, I’ll let you see him.”
After a night’s rest, Cherish Turner arrived as promised the next morning at ten o’clock.
After a while, Oscar Winston ca to the police station, accompanied by Wilson Ferguson. First, Oscar went to visit. When he finished visiting and ca out, he said to Cherish, “Go ahead.”
“Thank you, Lawyer Winston.” Cherish gratefully nodded and followed the police officer to visit.
On both sides were silent corridors, only their footsteps echoing. The place was too cold, and Cherish felt a bone-chilling cold assaulting her. The officer led her to a room, and the guarding officer opened the door. In that instant, Cherish’s gaze froze. Her vision slowly widened, and she finally saw him.
William Griffith sat in a chair, his whole person becoming even more solemn and quiet. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head unhurriedly, and his indifferent gaze t hers. The room’s light was sowhat dim, but his handso face was pale. Black hair and black eyes, like the deepest, thickest ink, his expression did not change at all, unruffled, seemingly without crisis, as if nothing had happened at all, as if this place wasn’t even a police station.
But Cherish’s heart trembled, and an inexplicable sourness filled her.
“Miss!” Seeing that she hadn’t moved for a long ti, the guarding officer sternly shouted.
Only then did Cherish react, slowly moving her feet and walking in. She sat down across from him, and for a mont, neither of them spoke.
An enduring silence passed, ti slipping away.
Cherish didn’t want to waste this precious ti, but just as she was about to speak, William spoke first, his voice especially low and rich, a voice she felt she hadn’t heard in a long ti, his magnetic male voice filling her ears, “If sothing happens when a girl goes to such a faraway place all by herself, what will you do?”
“I can take care of myself.” Cherish said softly, biting her lip helplessly.
William stared at her, and at that mont, his heart suddenly ached slightly. Yes, in those two years when they were apart, she had been living well on her own, better than before. He had always known that she would live well. That small grass had long grown into a towering tree, but it had taken root in different soil.
“My business has nothing to do with you.” He lifted the corners of his lips and said coldly.
Cherish fell silent again, as if she knew he would say that. They couldn’t even be called friends, so it really had nothing to do with her. She didn’t know what she was doing, blindly running to New York… She felt her throat tightening, unbearable sadness, and she whispered, “I just wanted to see you.”
“Now that you’ve seen , you can go.” William retorted harshly, a casual tone.
Cherish’s eyes stared at the thin clothes he was wearing, her thoughts a chaotic ss, speaking incoherently, not even knowing what she was saying, “It’s getting cold, and it’s so cool here. Why are you wearing so little? I told you to wear more clothes, you agreed, but you didn’t keep your word, you always do this, you…”
As Cherish spoke, she suddenly couldn’t continue, and in the end, all she could say was, “You’ll be fine.”
She kept her head down, not looking up at him. Suddenly, tears fell onto the table, wetting the surface bit by bit. She cried silently, reminding William of the past when she cried for the first ti back then. At that ti, he asked her why she was late, she was silent for a long ti, not saying a word, but tears poured like rain.
Then William suddenly realized; at that ti, he had already begun to worry and even beco agitated about a woman’s tears. He couldn’t help himself; he couldn’t control himself, even though he knew he shouldn’t, couldn’t, and mustn’t love her.
He never thought that Chloe Turner would transfer the legal person of the Turner Clan to Cherish as early as she did.
This was the result he created, calculating everything, but missing one move.
Why should she bear the misfortune of a prison now?
He couldn’t bear it, so he had to break it off cleanly with her and bear all of this.
But he couldn’t bear it; he couldn’t bear to break it off so cleanly and completely.
How selfish he was, wanting to leave sothing in her life, even if it was just heartbreak and sorrow.
William slowly stretched out his hand, reaching out to touch her. His large hand was still as warm and dry as before, gently caressing her fair face.
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