Chapter 211 Alone With Her (Part Two)

"What? What do you mean?" Startled, he gazed at her.

Mary slowly closed her eyes and uttered, "Beth, Andy, Alina..."

One after another, names of women popped out of Mary's mouth. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "I'm sorry. It's just--"

"Shhhh!" she shushed him and shook off his hands from her. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Do you remember the first time we met after I came back from abroad? In the elevator, I came face to face with you and Beth."

'Please stop," he begged, pulling her back to him. He felt a pang of guilt. Brushing it aside, he kissed her on the cheek. "Mary, I swear I was drunk then. I don't recollect anything that happened! Please forgive my stupidity."

"What about all the other women? The newspaper contained tidbits about your life." He winced at the disdain in her eyes. She wasn't done, she went on, "Checking in hotel with a girl and going to work with another. What was that? Did you do it with all of them? Tell me, did you have sex with all of them?"

William was unable to speak.

"Why are you silent? Are you feeling guilty?"

"No, I am not." William feigned a smile and explained, "I was making a show in front of media."

"Really?" Mary frowned, suspicion touching her voice and eyes. Four years ago, William wasn't the kind of man who slept with random women. But she assumed he had changed with time.

"Of course. Don't trust any of it," William murmured, attempting a feeble smile.

"Well, sleep

m to.

"Okay," Mary said in a low voice.

"I just came here to see how you were doing. I am glad you are fine. In that case, I should be leaving," Frank said.

"Bye! Take care." William nodded his head and smiled politely, as if he was speaking to a stranger.

"Okay." When Frank passed by them, Mary felt a cold chill wash over her.

With Frank gone, it was just the two of them.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he left. Looking up, she saw that William's gaze was on her.

"What are you looking at?" Mary glared at him, her tone curt and unfriendly.

"Why didn't you let me hold your hand?" William demanded. His face was gloomy and his lips compressed.

"I just didn't want to!" she said flatly and turned her head away.

"Mary, I love you and only you. Let bygones be bygones!" William was anxious. "Are you jealous?" he asked.

"Jealous?" A mirthless smile crossed her face. "Of course, I'm so jealous! You are so awesome that I don't deserve you. Let me go now." Her tone hung somewhere between sarcastic and annoyed.

"Please don't talk like this," William said sincerely.

"I can't help it. It's too late!"

"Don't, Mary! Ouch, my head hurts!"

Mary shook her head at his lousy acting skills.

As Frank walked out of the hospital, he fished out his phone and dialed Andy's number. "Andy, it's an emergency. Let's meet."

She hadn't been helpful to him. And now, if he didn't do anything, she would draw suspicion towards him.