Chapter 637: Extra Fourteen: Ink Dot Plum Scent (Part Twelve)
After finishing evening classes, Alia was picked up by William.
On the way, Alia never looked up and was engrossed in chatting with soone on her cell phone.
She didn’t even hear two out of the three sentences William spoke to her.
Upon returning ho, seeing her change into shoes while standing at the entrance, still texting, Young Master Lane couldn’t bear it anymore.
William directly pulled the cell phone out of her hand.
“Give it back to .” Alia tried to snatch the phone back.
William raised the phone above his head.
Jumping twice, Alia couldn’t reach the phone, she puffed her face in anger, “Give it to !”
“Who are you talking to?” William asked.
Alia looked at him, “It’s my privacy.”
William turned off the phone without looking at it and put it in his pocket, “I’ve confiscated it.”
Alia wanted to get the phone from his pocket, but William grasped it firmly. She couldn’t pull it away after trying twice.
“Any more force and my pants will fall.” William said calmly.
Alia imdiately let go and stepped back.
“I was talking to Miss Lane.” Alia confessed.
“Miss Lane?” William asked in confusion.
“Your sister.” Alia said.
“Lila?”
Alia nodded.
“How did you two get in touch?” William asked suspiciously, “Are you two plotting to trap ?”
“How could you think that of your sister?” Alia asked.
William chuckled, “What were you two talking about?”
Alia briefly told William about the conversation between her and Lila.
After listening, William said, “Why not do it? It’s a waste not to make money from Kevin.”
Alia looked puzzled, “But that’s your sister’s money too.”
“My sister makes money, Kevin makes money.” William said, “It’s a win-win situation.”
Alia ate a grape in silence.
William continued, “This has nothing to do with the money I make. I didn’t even know about the matter. Besides, you earned this opportunity yourself, it has nothing to do with . Just like when you joined the Dance Association, we weren’t involved either.”
Alia ate another grape, her right cheek bulging, “Really?”
William couldn’t help but poke her cheek, “Yeah. It must be hard for Lila to find soone as well. She scoured the world just to find soone like you.”
Alia dodged and ate the grape, “I’ll talk to Miss Lane about it later.”
William was satisfied, “Is there anything else Lila told you?”
Alia looked at him, and after a while said, “I’m not telling you.”
William: “……”
“She said sothing bad about you.” Siting on the carpet to be closer to the grapes, Alia popped one by one in her mouth.
“You’re stirring up trouble between my sister and .” Young Master Lane ssed up her hair.
“Hey!” Alia swallowed the grape and grabbed her hair, glaring at William with what she thought was a fierce look.
But her deterrence failed.
Looking at her fierce little expression and crystal clear lips, William gently swallowed.
He always thought this young girl was unintentionally adorable.
All of a sudden, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, kissing her.
Alia instinctively tried to break free.
But William held her waist, causing her to lose her strength. She fell into his arms, closer to him than before.
William gently bit her lip with a smile, then deepened the kiss.
The surroundings were very quiet, and the two people’s breaths intertwined, becoming gradually imrsed in one another.
All of their senses ca from each other.
William Lane was becoming a bit out of control, his actions growing more forceful, and the kisses more fierce.
Alia Smith was completely led by him until her clothes were undone, then she suddenly regained so of her sanity.
She abruptly pushed William away and stepped back.
Both of their clothes were wrinkled, Alia pressing down her clothes, a layer of mist in her eyes, her beautiful deer-like eyes seemingly washed by water, clear and clean yet with a confused panic.
In William’s eyes lay a terrifying lust, his breath unstable, lingering at the edge of losing control.
The long, tense mont stretched out until William leaned back on the sofa, letting out a long breath: “Go back to your room.”
After saying that, he paused and swallowed his dry throat, his voice hoarse: “Hurry up and lock the door.”
Alia, as if awakened from a trance, imdiately got up from the sofa, but her legs went weak as she tried to walk away.
William leaned forward, but Alia supported herself on the back of the sofa, preventing herself from falling.
William did not help her up, continuing to watch as she returned to her room before finally letting out a silent sigh.
He really had trouble controlling himself.
After calming himself downstairs, William sent a ssage to Felix Baker: [Isn’t the ring ready yet? Can’t you hurry up? Add money, expedite the order.]
Felix: [Young Master Lane, we are already working at the fastest speed. Have so patience.]
After replying to William, Felix turned to Charlotte Lane to gossip: [Why is your brother in such a hurry to get married? I’ve been pushed three tis to add money, and I’m almost feeling the heat.]
Charlotte replied: [You haven’t finished yet after three additional paynts, and you still have the nerve to charge him more?]
Felix: […….]
…
As expected, Alia left early the next morning.
William didn’t attempt to stop her, for fear she would feel uncomfortable, and watched her sneaking away from his ho gym window.
He even recorded a video with the intent to send it to her one day.
Since Alia decided to work with Charlotte, she didn’t look for another job. All her spare ti was spent in her room practicing carving.
It had been a long ti since she had touched a carving knife.
A few days in, her fingers and the base of her thumb were cut.
She continued practicing with the band-aids on her hands.
William couldn’t bear to see her hurt anymore, but after several failed attempts to persuade her, he locked Alia in her room and confiscated her carving knives.
The two failed to co to an agreent through the door.
Alia simply ignored him.
Back in her room, she watched William leave the house from the balcony. Alia then pulled out another box from under the bed, took out a new carving knife, and continued…
However, she did not continue for long.
After over half an hour, an unfamiliar call ca in.
Although it was unfamiliar, the phone’s area code was her hotown.
Alia hesitated for a mont before answering the call.
It was her father, Max Smith. As soon as she answered, his tone was full of flattery: “Alia, what are you doing?”
Alia touched the carving knife in her hand, her tone cold: “What’s the matter?”
“Your mother and I ca to Imperial Capital,” Max said, “Your mother’s rheumatism flared up again, so we ca to the hospital here. We saw a doctor this morning, and they said she needs to be hospitalized. We’re waiting for a ward and staying in a small inn. How about you… Do you want to co out for a al together?”
“No,” Alia replied, “Evan Smith is in Imperial Capital. If you need anything, find him.”
“Alia!” Max shouted urgently, afraid she would hang up: “Your mother misses you very much. She’s been dreaming of you every night, crying out your na. You don’t have to see , but please, see your mother.”
Alia gripped the carving knife tightly, as the wound on her thumb reopened.
In her mind, she saw images of her mother teaching her to carve, fra by fra.
They were still on the phone, but no one spoke for a long ti.
Finally, Alia replied: “Where are you staying? I’ll co over.”
“Yes, yes.”
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