Chapter 135 All The Time
In The World
“Get out!” William’s voice sliced through the air, icy and unyielding. “If you don’t want your entire family caught in the crossfire, I suggest you leave my place within ten seconds.”
Roxanne, stunned by his venomous threat to the entire Walsh clan, hurried away, too frightened to even raise
her eyes.
The moment the door slammed shut behind Roxanne, Renee slid off the bed, her movements casual as she
straightened her attire.
“Seeing as you’re done dealing with her, Mr. Mitchel, I guess that’s my signal to leave. Next time, don’t be
surprised if I charge an hourly rate,” she stated with a wry smile.
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She hadn’t grasped why William had brought her home until now, as she realized she’d been merely a pawn his game to shake off an unwanted admirer.
“That won’t be possible,” William retorted, his tone as cold as steel.
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Renee’s eyes widened in shock, turning back to face him. It was only then she noticed the sweat beading on his
forehead, his usual composure slipping. Something was off.
“You…” she began, uncertainty lacing her voice.
William managed a bitter smile. “It seems Roxanne’s ruse was more effective than I anticipated. This drug–it seems to target only men. Nene, you’ll help me, won’t you?”
For a brief moment, she hesitated, taking in his strained expression.
Leaving him in such a state would be more than just inappropriate.
“Of course, I’d be happy to help,” she replied, her tone softening as she gently pushed him back onto the bed,
a mix of concern and determination in her eyes.
He was more than ready for her to be in charge, having experienced positions like this with her in the past.
However, instead of the expected intimacy, she pivoted sharply and retreated to the bathroom. When she returned, her hands gripped a basin brimming with water.
“What exactly are you planning?” His voice wavered slightly with uncertainty.
With a dramatic flourish, she hurled the cold water at him, the droplets cascading down his skin, sending shivers slicing through his body.
“How about now? Does it help?” she inquired, her tone laced with sharp intensity.
Her demeanor left no doubt–she would repeat her actions without hesitation if needed.
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William managed a strained smile, the chill still clinging to him. “I can’t shake the feeling that you’ve stopped
caring about me.”
The Renee he knew would never have taken things this far.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Mr. Mitchell,” she retorted with a sly grin, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.
He sighed deeply, and then stood up from bed, peeling off his drenched attire right there, his movements deliberate, almost provocative.
With fearless confidence, he strode over to the wardrobe and flung the doors open.
Renee’s gaze fell upon a vibrant array of women’s attire, a burst of colors unfolding before her eyes.
She was momentarily stunned, not by the array of clothing itself, but because nestled among the new pieces were garments hauntingly familiar to her.
They whispered of past times; she had definitely worn them before.
The realization was unsettling.
“These have been especially selected for you, customized to fit perfectly with the latest releases from every season every year. I hope they’re to your liking,” he explained, his voice smooth and reassuring.
Jolted back to the present by his words, she eyed him with a blend of surprise and suspicion.
“Sorry, Mr. Mitchell. Looks like you’re alright now, so I’ll take my leave,” she replied, her voice tinged with a desire to escape the situation.
This time, William merely watched her retreat, his expression unreadable. He made no move to stop her.
After all, they had all the time in the world.
Once she had disappeared, he quickly changed into dry clothes and wasted no time in dialing Esme. The urgency in his voice was palpable as he recounted Roxanne’s actions and issued a stern warning. “Mom, I’m overlooking this for your sake. But if there’s a next time, I won’t hesitate to take decisive steps against the Walsh family.”
“How dare you be so ungrateful! William, do you realize what you’re saying? That’s your grandparents‘ family you’re talking about!” Esme’s voice cracked with dismay.
“Exactly.” A chilly laugh escaped William’s lips, carrying with it a foreboding silence before he abruptly ended
the call.
Esme, knowing William’s unyielding firmness all too well, sensed that this indeed might be the final chance
he’d offer.
