Female Novel
Chapter 871
William wrapped his fingers around his phone tightly and probingly asked, “So, are you and Richardreally…?”
Even without William saying the last few words, Matilda knew what he was trying to ask. So, she let outa sigh and said, “There is nothing complicated between me and Richard. We’re just friends at themoment.”
As her answer turned out to be the same as his hunch had been telling him, he replied, “I’m glad tohear that.” Despite his brief reply, those few words meant a lot to Matilda. Hearing no response fromthe lady, William added, “I think you and I have both changed a lot lately.”
William’s words filled Matilda’s mind with a billion question marks. What’s he trying to say? Soon,William continued to say, “I didn’t handle it well in sustaining a healthy marriage life, so I guess I wasalso responsible for our separation back then.”
Matilda only responded with an affirmative hum, not knowing what else to reply to William’s words.Since when has this guy learned how to sweet-talk his way out? The man’s sincere confession madeMatilda’s face blush in bashfulness. Shortly after that, William took a deep breath and suggested aplan, “Maybe I should pay a visit to the Flintstone Residence someday.” While Matilda was caught in atrance upon hearing that, William asked, “What about tomorrow? Would it be okay for me to visit in theevening?”
Matilda was tongue-tied as her mind frantically searched for the right answer to reply. Gosh! I didn’texpect him to tell me that he’ll be coming. What am I supposed to say? What’s the meaning of this?Before Matilda could respond, William said, “I’ll take that as a yes. See you tomorrow evening.” After
finishing his sentence, he took a look at the time and concluded their conversation, “It’s about time now.I need to get going for work. Bye!”
Meanwhile, Matilda only responded with an ‘oh’, despite a long contemplation. After William hung upthe call, she stood in place and raised her eyebrows in confusion. What’s William up to? He said he iscoming to the Flintstone Residence, but why?
In the meantime, William arrived at his office and saw John talking on the phone near the safe exit.Surprised, he approached his son just as the latter sensed his presence. Then, John turned aroundand revealed a glacial look when he noticed it was William. In that instant, he said to the phone,“Alright, I get it. Bye.”
After putting his phone away, he gazed at William and asked, “Did you just arrive?”novelbin
William’s gaze then fell upon his phone for a while as he asked, “What’s wrong? Why did you have totalk over the phone in the corner so surreptitiously?”
John laughed it off and replied, “Oh, come on! You’re just overreacting. It was just Logan. He landed insome trouble and was detained at the police station, but he doesn’t wish anyone else to know too muchabout it.”
William nodded in agreement since it seemed to him that Logan was a regular visitor who went in andout of the police station. Therefore, he didn’t find anything surprising about that, but still, he asked,“Was it because of his hangover from last night that he ended up creating a mess?”
John smiled and said, “Oh, of course not. He was all sober this morning. It’s just that he accidentallycaused some damage to someone else’s property and failed to reach a consensus with the owner on
the compensation, which was where the police were involved.” While John’s explanation soundedlogical, it didn’t arouse William’s suspicion.
Meanwhile, William didn’t read too much into it, so he only nodded. “I see. Alright. I’ll get to work first.”
John didn’t say a word in response. It was only after William left that he revealed a glacial look on hisface. When it came to the afternoon, John drove away from his office to meet a partner for a discussionregarding some procurement details. Although the rendezvous wasn’t too far away from the ConstanceGroup, John was caught in the middle of a heavy jam somewhere near the junction with a traffic lightdue to a terrible car accident. As a result, the traffic was paralyzed, and all the cars were stuck on theroad.