Chapter 513 - 512: Scorching Temperature
Silence surrounded them, only his breathing echoed in her ears.
"Could you make way?" a woman’s voice came from behind them, obviously a resident of this floor.
Cherish Turner felt embarrassed and hurriedly pushed him away. His arms slightly tightened before letting go. She shyly turned back to see the woman’s impatient expression and quickly apologized. William Griffith remained silent, coldly glanced at the woman, and then leisurely walked out of the elevator.
The woman, frightened by his gaze, lowered her head and hurriedly pressed the elevator button.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, Cherish regretted turning her head and wanted to speak up, but he turned away, silently walking toward the apartment. She grew frustrated, looking at his tall figure and couldn’t find the words to complain. In the end, she only sighed softly, saying, "I’m going to throw out the trash."
But that night seemed to be extraordinarily different.
William sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.
By the time Cherish finished cooking, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. She looked over, her eyebrows furrowing even more. He always smoked heavily, but it was even more so now. The cause of this change puzzled Cherish. She quietly left after placing the dishes on the table.
It didn’t take long for her to return.
Cherish brought back a glass of apple juice. Hesitantly, she walked over to him, placing the juice on the coffee table without a word.
William sat silently on the sofa, his shirt collar slightly unbuttoned, revealing his solid chest. A cigarette seemed to be eternally grasped between his left fingers, wisps of white smoke curling away. He stared at the glass, his eyes deep, and casually asked, "What’s this?"