Love Contract

Chapter 87 Sleeping On The Same Bed

"Why are you on my side?"

"I'll always fight for your happiness. Of course, I'll speak for you."

"Don't you like me anymore?" The words slipped out before William could mull them over.

As if by magic, the air inside the unlit room stilled. As he waited for her reply, you could have heard a pin drop in the deafening silence.

William cursed in his heart.

"Ha-ha," Mary burst into a chuckle. "When did I say I like you, William? You are so conceited!"

"On your birthday, you ..."

"Oh, I was so naive at the time." She gave an indifferent shrug, saying, "If an attractive CEO helps out a naive and helpless woman, she's bound to naturally like him. Not to mention we are married as well."

"Humph!" William snorted.

"It wasn't love though," Mary continued with a wry smile. "It was dependence, right? I felt like being with you gave me a sense of security. So, I realized that I don't like you later." I didn't like you.

If a person lies a lot, one day they would believe their lies too. 'If I say this a few more times, would I really not like you, William?'

Mary gazed out of the window, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Oh, I see," muttered William in a deep voice. "I see."

"Yes." She yawned, "I feel like we're more like comrades in the same trench."

"Do you like Victor?"

"Well," mused Mary. "Why are you mentioning him all of a sudden? He has nothing to do with this."

"He's quite friendly with you." A tinge of jealousy lined his words, but William was completely unaware.

"Maybe he feels sorry for me, for being with you, " Mary replied in a flat voice. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She knew what Victor felt for her, but she couldn't accept him. Mary silently wondered if she could fall in love with him over time.

"You are lying," William replied coldly.

"This reminds me..." Mary ignored him as she questioned, "What you and Frank did to him before was too much, wasn't it? How could you do that to him?"

He frowned.

Yes, that was too much. When Victor witnessed him and Frank being intimate, it caused Frank to panic. He took an extreme measure and had threatened Victor.

"I can't put you in any danger. What would you do if he tells other people? I don't care. You are not ready to face the consequences. We have to be ruthless with him, or else we will get hurt!" His mind replayed what Frank had told him that day.

Frank was just trying to protect them. Although William felt guilty for doing so, he still took the video tapes. If he hadn't done that, he feared Victor would get back at him, then they would really be in danger.

"I did try my best to make it up to him. I gave a lot of energy and money into making Victor famous." William defended himself.

"So what? You are holding something over him and asking him to work for you. Why don't you give the tapes back to him?" Mary argued.

"No, I can't..." William flatly refused. He was looking down, unable to meet her gaze. It was not the right time yet.

"Alas." Mary let out a sigh. Their conversation ended here every time. She couldn't change his mind, despite her many tries. She murmured, "It's getting late and you are sick. It would be better if you went to sleep early."

Hearing that, William turned over without saying anything.

It was a little cold that night.

Mary was woken from her deep slumber by the cold air. She rubbed her eyes and heard pellets of water slapping against the window.

She stretched her hand to turn on the lamp beside her. Walking towards the window, she placed her hand on the icy glass. An earthy scent filled the room as she watched the heavy rainfall outside.

"It's raining?" William's hoarse voice broke through the silence as he sat up in bed.

"Yes. Did I wake you up?" Mary walked towards the table, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him. "Drink some water."

"Okay. What time is it?" he asked, taking the glass.

"It's almost three o'clock." Mary rubbed her hands as she felt a shiver.

How could a small action like this be ignored by William?

"Are you cold?" he asked, his forehead creasing.

"No." "Women aren't cute when they pretend to be strong." After gulping down the water, he instructed, "Sleep on the bed."

"No, thanks." Mary waved her hands but felt herself flush.

"Why are you shy? Didn't you say that you don't like me?" William frowned and chided, "Ahem, do you want to catch a cold?"

"No. It has nothing to do with whether I like you or not..." Mary replied awkwardly.

"Then sleep on the bed." William cut off her words and said, "Or are you worried that I will do something to you?"

"That's not possible." Mary tried to sit up straighter and pretended to seem calm.

"Well, then why are you still hesitating? Didn't you say it was raining?"

Mary pursed her lips, thinking to herself, 'Why am I hesitating? It doesn't matter if we sleep on the same bed for one night. Nothing will happen.

That's right. Mary, good for you!'

Cheering herself up silently, Mary uttered, "Fine. Move over then. You are lying in the middle, where do I sleep? "

"Okay." William moved aside and patted the bed beside him. After swallowing nervously, she turned to pick up her quilt and placed it upon the bed.

William's eyes were still on her, as she moved around. Seeing that she had compromised, he turned over and lay down. "Turn off the light. If we don't sleep now, it will be dawn soon."

"Okay." Blood rushed to her face as she softly climbed onto the bed, turning off the light.

The room was engulfed in darkness as she faced the ceiling. It seemed like there was a bomb beside her, with how still her body was.

William let out a deep sigh.

Did he fall asleep?

Mary discreetly pulled the quilt over herself and felt better.

She grew comfortable lying close to William, surrounded by the warm bed.

She soon fell asleep with a smile playing on her lips.

In the darkness, William felt his face get hot by their proximity. He listened to his heartbeat getting faster. Despite chiding himself for being a coward, when he thought of Mary beside him, he unconsciously smiled.