Chapter 518 - 517: Locked in His Arms
"I need to wash the dishes." Cherish Turner stiffened her body and said awkwardly. At this time, she was still a little afraid that he might suddenly do something to her. The memory of the last time was too unpleasant, making her a little scared whenever she thought of it. So whenever he approached her, she instinctively shrank back.
William Griffith slightly tightened his arms and said in a low voice, "I promise I won’t touch you."
Cherish was suspicious, and he released his hand, leaning against the kitchen door, watching her. She washed the dishes and glanced back at him. He stood with his arms crossed, staring intently at her, but not saying a word. She hesitated and hesitated again, not knowing what to do.
"Go take a shower. It’s getting late." He urged her, giving her no chance to refuse.
"Are you really not going to mess around?" Cherish hesitated for a moment, unable to resist asking.
"Hmm." He grumbled in response, sounding somewhat unwilling.
Cherish sensed his reluctance and asked again, "Really?"
"Hmm—" He drew out the sound with a long tail, raising his eyebrows in a child-like manner.
Cherish thought of the words Hailey Griffith had spoken around the corner, and her heart softened with sympathy. She blinked and whispered, "All right. But if you don’t behave, I won’t speak to you ever again."
William raised his eyebrows even higher, and she caught him pouting slightly.
They each went to the bathroom to shower, and Cherish Turner scrubbed herself with foam in the small attic bathroom, feeling a little nervous. She took a very long shower. It took her a whole hour. After the shower, she put on her pajamas and went to his apartment with her pillow.