The 'Defective' Billionaire and His Relentless Appetite for Me

Clara Bennett raised an eyebrow and said, "I want to be irresponsible."

William Foster seemed deeply hurt, his lips drooping as he bowed his head slightly, "You look down on me, right? Yeah, I guess I’m a wreck now. If it weren’t for the drugging that night, you wouldn’t have been with me. You didn’t want me; you wanted Samuel Grant’s older brother. Hey, even as a vegetable, he’s better than me."

"Alright, alright, enough already."

Clara said with a headache, "At that time, looking for him wasn’t just for pretense, and don’t act all innocent after getting your perks."

If she sought out Samuel’s brother that night, at least she wouldn’t have to pay any price.

Moreover, with a vegetative person, she couldn’t handle marriage and divorce procedures at all, making such a union much smoother.

William said with a hint of melancholy, "I realize I’m an accident, my self-discipline wasn’t enough. Since our first intimate contact, I can’t resist you anymore."

Clara blinked, "The first time? Seriously?"

William looked embarrassed, turning his head, "I already mentioned my eyes are bad, my legs are useless, no woman wants to deal with me."

Clara’s heart softened as she leaned forward, looking at him, "You’re so handsome. If women won’t come near you, then they’re the blind ones."

William: "Stop joking, just go out first. I can manage on my own."

The handsome man gripped the wheelchair handles, his attractive face appearing a bit helpless, which softened Clara’s heart even more.