Chapter 262

"Young master!"

The servant stood at the side and looked at William in shock.

William finished a bottle of wine in one gulp.

Comfortable.

He liked the intuitive pain of his body, but it was not the pain of his chest moving.

It was a pain that made him want to kill someone.

"Continue!"

William drank a bottle and shouted at the servant coldly.

"Yes." "Young master."

The servant quickly opened another bottle of wine.

William picked it up and poured it into his mouth. The wine droplets flowed down the corner of his lips, down his neck and into his collar.

"Mr. Cullen."

Amanda chased William out from the room. Seeing that William was just drinking there and not going to another place, she was overjoyed and hurried over to welcome him. "So, you want to come out and drink, can I drink with you in your room?"

She still had to fight for it.

She did not believe that she could not compare to Alice.

"Scram!"

William was about to push her away again, and when his gaze landed on her face, he saw a shadow in front of him. When he focused his eyes, he actually saw Alice smiling at him, with a smile that was very clear and beautiful.

Heh.

Wine was indeed a good thing.

The person he wanted to meet had finally appeared in front of him.

Seeing that William did not push his away, Amanda immediately pulled his curvy body into William's embrace.

In the bedroom.

Alice stood in front of the French windows. The curtains to the French windows were all pulled open, and she could see the entirety of the night outside.

There was a dark forest in the distance, and a road that led to the outside, but she couldn't get out.

"Master, it's already 12 pm, time to rest."

"I'm sorry," he reminded her, standing behind her.

"It's already 12 o'clock?"

Alice mumbled to herself. At 12 o'clock, William would not come back.

I'm afraid he's still confident.

In his mind, she had already been insulted by a few men, so what did it matter if he slept with a few more women? It was very fair.

Alice stood there and looked out into the night, her hand touching her flat stomach.

He didn't expect that the baby's arrival wouldn't make her and William's relationship turn even more sweet, but because their relationship had plummeted and the situation had completely reversed.

She thought of the court lady's last words.

"Do you think that William will still want you? Men always have a bad temper. Why would they think that it was normal for them to spend so much time and effort, but their women must be clean. Even if they were to be humiliated, they would never be able to get through it, especially men of the upper class. Even if he wants you now, after a while, he'll abandon you."

That was true.

William was unable to pass this test in his heart.

Back then, the reason he knew William was because he thought she was related to him; now, the sudden change in their relationship, was also because he thought that she was related to another man.

So dramatic.

"Mr. Palace." Alice stood in front of the French window and asked.

"Yes, I'm here. Master, do you have any orders?" he asked.

"Is it really 12 o'clock?" she asked, not giving up.

He nodded his silver head, "Yes, master. It is already 12 o'clock."

William would never come back.

At the moment, he was tossing and turning in Amanda's bed.

"Twelve o'clock, the Cinderella's magic disappeared, William and I also ended." Alice's face revealed a bitter smile, sparkling tears flowing down her face.

"Master, are you alright?"

Alice was quiet, she extended her hand out of the cold window and looked at the long road, the road that led to the outside.

This was the first time she had the thought of leaving since she had been with William.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A burst of violent banging sounds came from the door.

Alice was startled, the Mr. Palace automatically reacted from the high decibel voice to the sound of danger approaching, and immediately placed his huge silver body in front of Alice to protect her.

Alice turned her head around and heard the sound of someone banging on the door.

"Alice! Open the door! Open the door! Do you hear me?"

William's roar came from outside.

It was him.

Alice's gaze froze. Wasn't he supposed to be on Amanda's bed right now? Why did she come over?

"Mr. Palace, go and open the door."

Alice said as she reached out to wipe her tears.

What are you doing here at this time? Do you have to fight in the middle of the night to be happy?

"Understood, Master."

The Mr. Palace walked forward, a pair of black eyes looking at the scanning s in front of the door, walking forward and opening the door.

When the door opened, a tall figure fell through the door and crashed heavily onto the ground with a loud crash.

Alice was startled, and immediately walked over.

She only saw William lying on the ground, reeking of alcohol, with one hand on the side, the back of his hand was stained with blood, his eyes were half open, his eyelashes were long enough to cover her eyes, the thin lip was slightly opened, and muttered her name, "Alice, Alice."

When Alice saw that the blood on his hand was about to step forward to help him, she stopped herself in her tracks after a moment of thought.

She couldn't afford to be sentimental at a time like this.

Maybe he just came to get her out of the room.

She thought, and stood at the side looking coldly down at him, "William, did you enter the wrong room? Or do you want me to move out of the room and give you and Sheerin space? "Alright, I'll leave now. It won't affect your eyesight."

With that, Alice walked past him and headed out.

Who knew if he had already done that with Amanda? She wasn't that generous.

"Don't go!"

William laid on the ground and said that, his voice was low and hoarse, without any hint of aggression. He reached out to grab at her, but his vision was unclear, and his hands shook twice but he was unable to grab hold of her.

Alice still resolutely left.

"Don't go, Alice, don't go! If you leave, what will I do?" William laid there, mumbling something, his speech was slow, and he kept repeating it to tell her not to go.

"Isn't it exactly what you want me to do? You can sleep with as many women as you want."

Alice said coldly.

"I want to sleep with you." William spoke in a low voice, his voice completely intoxicated, like a child's. His hands were still swiping in the air, trying to grab her.

Sleep his ass.

Alice was speechless.

"Don't go, Alice, I think I'm going crazy. I haven't seen you for a day."

William said in an inverted voice as he struggled to stand up from the ground. His tall and big figure swayed and shook his head, trying to see the ground in front of him clearly.

Seeing that he was about to fall again, Alice hurriedly went forward to support him.

Once he was in her arms, Alice could smell the smell of alcohol surging towards her. The smell of alcohol permeated through her entire body, making her want to swallow her up.

She frowned. "How much did you drink?"

When they bumped into him downstairs just now, the alcohol smell wasn't that strong. Did he drink again just now?

Why didn't he just soak himself in the wine jar and drink to his death! "Alice, you have no conscience, you have too little, you don't even miss me ..."

William did not hear what she said at all, as he incoherently said that. He fell on top of her and pressed all the weight onto her.

Alice's knees bent and she almost fell down, she immediately shouted, "Mr. Palace, help me carry him to the bed."

"Understood, Master."

With the help of the robot, Alice felt more at ease.

She and the Mr. Palace supported William up to the left and right, helping him to walk to the side of the bed. Letting go of his hands, William fell heavily onto the bed, both his eyes still half - opened, staring straight ahead, every breath releasing a strong smell of alcohol.

"Are you all right?"

Alice waved her hand in front of his eyes and asked with a cold voice.

She didn't want to be soft-hearted, and she still remembered the pictures of him and Amanda whispering together in her mind.

"I missed you. I missed you so much."

William said softly, his usually magnetic voice now had a hint of childish sadness and grievance.

Like a child without a parent's candy.

How many times did he talk about how much he missed her the moment he entered the room?

Looking at him, Alice couldn't tell what it was like, "What did you and Amanda do?"

"No, nothing." William lied on the bed, on his side, facing her. He tried his best to deny it, but his eyes were unfocused and misty.

"Nothing? Did you kiss her?"

Alice said coldly.

"Kiss her? Did you kiss her?"

William repeated what she said, and he himself was unsure as well.

"You!"

Alice was furious, she didn't even remember to kiss her, was he toying with her?

"Did I kiss her? Did I kiss her? Did I kiss her?"

William repeated, his eyebrows knitted, as he thought about this question. In his hazy vision, Amanda and her blazing red lips suddenly appeared, and he suddenly felt his stomach churning. He immediately sat up on the bed, bowed his head and vomited loudly, "Ouch It was full of wine.

Alice looked at William speechlessly, that smell made her retch. She quickly walked towards the bathroom and wet a towel with cold water.

Really.

Why did he need her to serve him!

She was not his maid.

Alice was so angry that she wanted to throw the towel away, but her legs moved even faster than she thought, and she held the wet towel tightly.

Once he walked out, Alice saw William sitting on the bed, holding onto the hands of the Mr. Palace, her pair of thin lip s slightly raised.

"Alice, I didn't kiss her, I just wanted to kiss you. I saw other woman's mouth, I only wanted to vomit."

Alice almost fell to the ground when she heard it.

Just how drunk was he to think that she was the same level as him?

He stood there without pushing it away, and only heard William continue to speak, "Alice, do you have no conscience. It's been a whole day, and if I don't see you, you also won't come to see me."

Of course, they had to be calm for a period of time.

"I'm hungry for a whole day and you don't care about me. My stomach hurts from being hungry, but you don't care about me."

"Didn't he drink, eat fruit, eat cake, eat happily, would he still be hungry?" "Alice, is your heart made out of stone? "Why does it have to be if I chase after you every time? Can't you chase after me every time?"