Chapter 631: Extra Eight: Ink Dot Plum Scent (Part Six)
Alia Smith took a leave of absence from Dance Harmony School to spend the day at the hospital with Evan.
William Lane accompanied her for a while, but was soon driven away by her.
So he went to the Research Institute, and only ca to pick her up after work.
The two had dinner outside, and then William Lane accompanied her to her living quarters to get her things.
“You should cancel your lease for this place,” William Lane helped her pack her things.
Alia Smith thought for a mont and said, “Okay. I’ll talk to the landlord tomorrow.”
Back at the villa, Alia Smith stood in the living room replying to a ssage, and in no ti, William Lane had carried her luggage to the master bedroom.
When she went back to her room and did not see her stuff, she ca out to look for it and William Lane directly pulled her into the master bedroom.
Alia Smith looked at the spacious room and couldn’t help but ask: “What are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” William Lane said, “Going to sleep.”
“Sleep, sleep, sleep…” Alia Smith suddenly stepped back and stamred, “No, no, I an, you, …”
“We’re married,” William Lane reminded her.
Alia Smith’s eyes widened.
They were married.
So what?
So they had to sleep together?
Did this “sleep” have a deeper aning than just sleeping, as she understood it?
Seeing her surprised look, William Lane found it amusing and took a step closer to her.
Alia Smith imdiately stepped back again, picking up sothing nearby to aim at William Lane.
William Lane looked at the statue in her hand and said slowly, “120,000.”
Alia Smith’s eyes widened even more, and she carefully put it back down. She then tried to pick up another object, but heard William Lane say, “200,000.”
Alia Smith reached for sothing else on the side.
William Lane walked closer slowly, “This one is cheaper, just over 90,000.”
Hehe.
Really fucking cheap.
Alia Smith quietly withdrew her hand, cursing the capitalist for having so many expensive decorations in his house.
As she thought about it, she turned around and William Lane was already in front of her.
She instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere else to go since the cabinet was already behind her, so she had to press herself against it.
William Lane took another step forward, their clothes touching.
Alia Smith raised her hand to his shoulder, trying to put so distance between them, but it didn’t work well: “Young Master Lane…”
William Lane glanced at her, and after a while, said, “I’m going ho. Are you coming back with ?”
Alia Smith was stunned for a mont, then shook her head vigorously.
“Then you can rest here tonight,” said William Lane. “From now on, sleep here and don’t go back to the guest room.”
“I’m fine in the guest room,” Alia Smith said.
“Then co ho with .”
“I’ll stay here, just here,” Alia Smith compromised imdiately.
William Lane smiled, leaned down, and kissed her forehead gently, “Call if you need anything.”
Alia Smith nodded her head.
After William Lane left, Alia Smith leaned against the cabinet for a long ti without moving.
She knew about his power and influence.
She had known it since eting him at the age of fourteen. Today, however, she found it even more terrifying than before.
That year, he was dressed in a well-fitting suit, had a great figure, and was quite tall. He was also very handso.
His aura was understated, making him seem gentle, but his eyes were cool and distant when looking at people, creating a sense of distance.
This was her first impression of him.
She had never seen such a person in her town. She had only seen them online and on TV series.
She knew he must be very rich.
The second ti she saw him, she knew about his influence.
He helped her change her na and make connections.
That day when she ca out of the police station, Alia Smith was excited, nervous, and scared.
She didn’t know why this man was helping her, and she didn’t know what his purpose was.
After all, she had nothing, and there were no benefits to be gained by helping her.
The only thing she had going for her was that she looked good.
At that ti, she wondered if he would do sothing or use her for so trade.
However, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t even leave a na and just left.
And then he disappeared from her life for four years.
She tried various thods to find him, but she couldn’t get any news.
Sotis when she woke up from a dream at midnight, she felt that she had dreamt that day.
Her na hadn’t changed, and she hadn’t t that man.
But every ti she saw her na on her household register, she knew that man was real.
Until the second year after she won the dance championship and attended the Dance Harmony Gathering, she saw him again.
He had beco even more handso than four years ago and seed to smile more.
He stood beside Sophie Ortiz, talking to those around him, with a gentle smile on his face, looking even more gentle.
It seed like he had let go of whatever had been weighing on his mind, feeling relaxed and glowing.
As soon as she saw him, Alia Smith was so excited that she couldn’t even speak clearly.
She asked a senior, who was the person beside Teacher Ortiz.
The senior told her that he was William Lane, the eldest son of the Lane family, who would be the future housemaster of the Lane family.
Imperial Capital’s two big families, the Clark Family and the Lane Family.
If she was just an ordinary worker, she might not pay much attention to them.
But being in the Dance Association, she could feel their prestige.
When she learned that,
Alia Smith felt a mont of loss.
She suddenly didn’t know why she had been so persistent in finding him and what she wanted to do.
She should have known long ago that they were not of the sa world, and she couldn’t repay him for anything.
But to this man, she was just a small insert song in his life, and he had long forgotten about her.
So she didn’t go to him and secretly watched him from afar.
Bit by bit, she felt the gap between them that she could never cross, no matter how hard she tried.
Later, Sophie Ortiz introduced her son to them, the newcors.
When William Lane looked at her, his eyes were completely those of a stranger.
She didn’t say anything either, treating him as a stranger, and called him “Young Master Lane”.
Then after the gathering that day, she was waiting for a taxi on the roadside, and William Lane’s car stopped in front of her.
As the car window went down and Alia Smith saw his face, she clenched her bag tightly.
William Lane looked at her and smiled gently, “Lady Smith, are you waiting for a car? Let give you a ride.”
Alia felt that at that ti, sothing good must have happened to William Lane, which made him so happy. She said, “I live far away, and it’s no trouble for Young Master Lane.”
“Lady Smith, I once helped soone,” William Lane said suddenly in a slow voice, “and later, that person forgot about . Do you think that person is ungrateful? To be honest, I’m quite sad.”
“I didn’t forget,” Alia blurted out, raising her voice a bit.
After she said that, she saw William Lane laughing and imdiately lowered her head.
“So you’re blaming for pretending not to know you just now?” William Lane continued.
“No,” Alia didn’t dare to look at him.
“What should you call then?” William Lane asked.
Alia’s ears were burning, and after a mont, she whispered, “Elder Brother.”
Young Master Lane seed satisfied, “Get in the car, and I’ll take you ho.”
“I live too far away,” Alia protested again, “I’ll just take a taxi.”
“My ho is far away too,” William Lane said, “Get in and tell how you’ve been doing these past few years.”
For William Lane, Alia Smith felt that the fact that he rembered her was already very gratifying…
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