Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Cherish Turner stared blankly at the key, feeling she shouldnât accept, and pushed it back into William Griffithâs hand, saying, âThis is your home, and this key, I canât accept it.â
âJust take it and stop talking nonsense!â William Griffith was always resolute in what he said, and his domineering personality didnât allow Cherish Turner to refuse.
Cherish Turner stared at the key in her hand, and somehow, she felt William Griffith had given her his heart.
âActually, I donât care at all about what Daniel Peacock said. Even if Iâm a substitute, I can understand, after all, she is Lewisâs mother,â Cherish Turner said with a smile, a hint of bitterness in her laughter.
William Griffith was about to start the bathwater for her. He couldnât trust her to do it herself in this state, worried she would catch a cold later.
âWho says youâre a substitute? You believe what that scumbag says? And Cherish, do you have any safety awareness, staying in a hotel with a man in the middle of the night? What were you thinking?â
As he spoke, William Griffith poked Cherish Turnerâs head, scolding her like a child.
âI didnât want to go, but the bartender called me. I initially thought it was Er Xi, so I went, but I didnât expect to meet him,â Cherish Turner said, scratching her head, not daring to look at William Griffith.
âWhy didnât you call me?â
âMy phone fell in the bathtub, and I couldnât make calls. I was also wondering why. I didnât intend to go there, and I even lost a phone, which is bad luck enough. So, can you stop blaming me, please?â Cherish Turner clasped her hands together, begging for mercy, looking incredibly adorable.
But this adorable girl had Daniel Peacockâs kiss mark on her neck.
He felt like he wanted to kill Daniel Peacock!
Boss, what are you getting at?
âSit still and donât move.â William Griffithâs voice was slightly hoarse.
Cherish Turner obediently followed his instruction and didnât dare to move.
As William Griffithâs fingertip traced over the kiss mark on Cherishâs neck, he paused on her bathrobe, glanced at her, and began to unfasten it decisively.
âWilliam Griffith!â Cherish Turnerâs hands clenched tight, her gaze like a doeâs, piercing William Griffithâs heart.