??Chapter 660: Chapter 616: It’s normal to argue when the relationship is good_2
Chapter 660: Chapter 616: It’s normal to argue when the relationship is good_2
“So this is the conclusion you’ve co to?” William Griffith’s brows furrowed in anger, a tempest brewing in his chest.
Cherish Turner fell silent, simply sticking a band-aid onto his finger.
“I see, I think I understand now.” he spoke with a bitter undertone, abruptly standing and striding out of the apartnt without a backward glance.
Cherish sat on the sofa, not making an effort to chase after him or call out his na. As the sound of withdrawing footsteps reached her ears, she has known he was gone. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the band-aid wrapper, a sudden void opening in her heart. The barriers between them were always, layer upon layer.
“What happened to you two?” Elijah Butler, noticing her worried expression, asked in concern.
Cherish paused for a mont before quietly replying, “I don’t know.”
“What do you an by you don’t know?” Elijah poured a glass of water, earnestly reminding her, “Cherish! From the mont you t him, you knew he was not an ordinary man! He is William Griffith, the young master of the Griffith Family! You have been well aware of this! But what touched you about him was not his status, not his money, not his possessions, but his person. And, in the sa way, you were the sa to him! There are plenty of beautiful won out there—wealthy, accomplished won—but you, Cherish Turner, you are unique in your own way!”
“Don’t be scared, don’t retreat, it’s not like you! You are no less than those high-class ladies. For him, you are the best!”
These words from Elijah made an impression on Cherish, causing her to ponder deeply.
In truth, it wasn’t that she lacked faith in him.
It was that she lacked faith in herself.
Departing from Cherry Blossom Garden, William drove towards the Griffith Family residence. He asked the butler about Robert Griffith, only to be told that he was taking a nap and the grandmother was in the back garden. Wishing to speak to Robert, but unwilling to disturb his nap, William decided to visit the back garden instead to accompany the old lady.
The old lady was happily watering the flowers when she saw William. Checking to see if he was alone, she asked with a puzzled expression, “Why didn’t Miss Turner co?”
“Hmm,” responded William.
Noticing that he seed downcast, the old lady had a rough idea of what was troubling him. “You ca to talk to your grandfather about Miss Turner, didn’t you?”
William remained silent, a typical response when he was disinclined to answer or by default agreent.
“Your grandfather is a man who is persuaded gently but resists force,” the old lady shared, now seemingly aligned with him. “You know what to do, right?”
Bend without breaking? William glanced at her confusedly and shook his head in uncertainty.
“You, child!” the old lady exclaid affectionately, handed the water pot to the servant, and gently guided William to sit beside her on a chair, patiently explaining, “Your grandfather loves to play chess and sotis, he goes fishing. I have persistent headaches and can’t go with him, so he goes alone. If you have ti, accompany him. After the fishing trip, the three of us will have dinner together. Although he may seem to ignore you, in fact, he enjoys such monts.”
“Oh,” replied William, like an obedient child.
“It’s almost ti, he should be awake. Go and join him for a ga of chess,” the old lady glanced at the clock, advising gently.
William nodded in agreent, “Grandma, I will go now.”
His calling her “grandma” taken her aback for a mont as he got up and walked out of the garden. She picked up her teacup and sipped her tea happily.
As expected, Robert had awoken from his nap, freshened up, and had repaired to the study. The sudden appearance of William took him by surprise. Ignoring William, he continued with his book. He had made plans to play chess with an old friend but had to cancel as his friend had a sudden ergency. Alone, he spent the ti practicing calligraphy, and reading.
“What do you want? Leave if you have no business here! Don’t disturb
while I’m reading!” Robert barked at him.
William pondered for a mont before suggesting, “Let’s play chess.”
“Hmm?” Robert frowned.
“We haven’t played chess for a very long ti, let’s have a ga,” William proposed.
“I am not playing with you!” Robert outright refused, though secretly he was intrigued.
Unfazed by the rejection, William counter-challenged, “Are you afraid of losing?”
“Who’s afraid of losing?”
“If that’s the case, let’s have a ga.”
“No,” the old man remained stubborn.
“Then you are afraid of losing.”
Robert knew that he was being provoked, but still, he fell for it.
Throwing down his book, he gestured for soone to bring the chessboard. “Set up the chessboard!”
After losing three gas consecutively, Robert couldn’t help but look at William with renewed respect. He wondered when the boy had beco so skilled in chess. He recalled that William had joined the Chess Club in his youth and had even participated in competitions for the club. However, he never won any prizes at that ti, so Robert had not considered his chess ability to be anything special. But now, how had he improved such leaps and bounds?
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