Phoebe’s lips curved into a smile, this man was much easier to deal with than her previous targets, it seemed like she would complete her task soon.
She sat down on the sofa, watching William check the medicine box, her gaze wandering around the room.
This villa was new, and there were no signs of a woman having lived here, it appeared he lived alone.
"Miss Lawson, you should take off your shoes."
William said shyly, nervously opening the medicine box,
Phoebe noticed the slight redness in his ears and found it amusing, he was indeed easy to deceive.
She took off her shoes, revealing her cute toes, fair and slender.
William’s face turned even redder as he hurriedly applied the bruise ointment, not daring to let his gaze wander.
Because he had to apply the medicine, they were very close, her perfume scent instantly reached his nostrils, making his rationality begin to blur.
"Mr. Walsh, is it done?"
Phoebe suddenly asked, her tone puzzled.
William then realized he had been staring at her feet for a long time; he quickly looked away clumsily.
"It’s done, Miss Lawson. You shouldn’t move around; I don’t think you’ll be able to walk just yet."
Phoebe nodded, obediently sitting on the sofa.
William put the medicine box away, then nervously sat down on the sofa alongside her.
Even now, he could hardly believe he was sitting next to Phoebe Vance; he couldn’t help but pinch himself hard, it was real!
Suddenly, his phone rang, seeing the number displayed, he couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty, and quickly moved to the place by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Anna Hollis’s voice was slightly urgent but gentle.
"Where did you go? I was so anxious when I woke up and couldn’t find you. William, can you come and stay with me? I always have nightmares, and I can’t sleep without you."
For some reason, William suddenly didn’t want Phoebe to hear his conversation with Anna Hollis, so he kept his voice low.
"Anna, I have something here, so I probably won’t come today. I’ll come by to accompany you tomorrow."
Anna Hollis’s voice instantly turned dangerous.
"What are you doing?"
William’s heart skipped a beat, probably because there was a woman in the house, he felt extremely guilty.
"I’m at my dad’s place, he’s talking to me about some work stuff, so I can’t come to you."
Anna Hollis felt relieved, as long as he wasn’t sneaking out to see another woman, and her tone softened.
"So that’s the case, then you go ahead. Remember to come to me when you’re done."
William hung up the phone, reflexively glanced at Phoebe.
She was watching TV, legs slightly curled up, with a smile on her fair face, evidently watching an exciting part.
He put down his phone and walked over.
Phoebe didn’t ask who called, keeping her attention on the TV.
This side of her made William’s heart itch, so obedient and indifferent to men, she was truly irresistibly charming.
A strange feeling rose in his heart, wanting to spend more time with her, hoping they wouldn’t part so soon. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
In the evening, Phoebe’s phone rang.
"You say you suddenly returned home?"
Her brows furrowed, and she sighed.
"I got it, family matters are important, I’ll think of some other way. I twisted my ankle, if you’re not home, I suppose nobody will cook for me either, and nobody will come to pick me up. It’s okay, you go first, I’ll see if anyone else can help."
She didn’t deliberately lower her voice, so William heard everything.
It seemed that her assistant had called, having left urgently because of a sick family member, meaning no one would come to pick her up, and no one would cook at home for the next few days.
William felt like fate was helping him, he had just been thinking, how nice it would be to spend more time with Phoebe, and now it seemed like it would happen.
After Phoebe hung up the phone, he was silent for a while before suddenly speaking.
"Miss Lawson, why don’t you stay here to recover? There’s only me at home, it’s quiet, and I can cook. You can wait for your assistant to return, then have her come to pick you up."
Phoebe furrowed her brows, seeming to ponder whether this arrangement was feasible.
William saw there was room for negotiation and continued speaking.
"With my status, if I were to do something inappropriate, I’d be running away from my responsibility, but I’m not that kind of person."
Before meeting Phoebe, William could truly guarantee he wasn’t that kind of person, but after meeting her, there was always something stirring in his chest, as if it would be too late if he didn’t suppress it.
"But I saw you took a call earlier as well. Do you have a relative hospitalized, asking you to come over?"
Phoebe’s face was full of reluctance, frowning at her leg.
There’s a saying: when a beauty frowns, those who cherish beauty are willing to offer everything.
"It’s not a relative, just an ordinary friend. Even if I don’t go, there are people to take care of her, it’s okay, Miss Lawson, your injury is more important."
His words finally persuaded Phoebe, and Phoebe curved her lips, replying embarrassedly.
"Then I’ll trouble you."
William’s heart raced, desperately wanting to lean over and hug her shoulders tightly.
But he couldn’t, Phoebe didn’t seem to be that type of woman, and was clearly wary of him.
As mealtime approached, he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some dishes, then brought them over to the dining table.
Phoebe’s ankle injury kept her on the sofa, but upon smelling the food, she tried to get up to walk over, nearly falling.
William hurried over to support her, holding her waist and leading her to the dining table.
"I never knew President Walsh’s cooking skills were so good, whoever marries you later will be very fortunate."
William’s lips curved up, feeling naturally happy to hear the goddess compliment him.
However, thinking of Anna Hollis in the hospital, his face fell. Previously, he could envision many moments of spending a lifetime with Anna Hollis, but now, in Phoebe’s presence, his mind was filled only with her.
Was he changing his heart?
The thought scared him a bit, yet noticing Phoebe’s smile, he felt fearless again.
As long as he could get her smile, nothing seemed that important.
They ate the meal quietly together.
After finishing, Phoebe got up, saying she wanted to rest upstairs, and with her foot inconveniencing her, William promptly supported her waist again.
Her waist was so slender, it seemed barely able to be gripped; rumor had it that actresses were very strict with their body management, or they wouldn’t look good on camera.
"You didn’t eat much earlier; I’ll bring you something later, okay?"
He asked worriedly, helping her to the bedroom to rest.