Love Contract
Chapter 113 Ignore (Part Two)

Without giving them a chance to speak, she quickly lowered her head and sprinted into her room.

If Frank had misunderstood her, then she was in deeper trouble than she had thought.

"Frank..." William tried to explain. "Don't think too much about this. She's just being an idiot that's all, and I..."

"I'll be cleaning the kitchen," Frank cut off as he smiled. But there was something about his smile that made William flinch. "You should head back to the couch. Dinner isn't ready yet."

With that, he turned around and began cleaning up the mess Mary had left. As his back was turned, a trace of cruelty flashed in his gaze, and the grip on his towel tightened.

'I must do something about this, ' he said to himself. 'I need to do something about her.'

After a few minutes, Frank was already done setting the table, but Mary still hadn't come out of her room. Despite her absence, the atmosphere remained cold and strange, one that they weren't used to. "Mary, it's time for dinner!" William called out, knocking on her door.

"I'm not hungry. You guys should enjoy without me," she called out. "I'll be calling it a night."

He sighed in frustration, giving up knocking again.

"William, we've always wanted some alone time, right? Now that we're finally together, perhaps we should take advantage of this," Frank said, motioning him to the table.

William slowly nodded. "You're right. Let's eat," he said hesitantly and sat with him.

"So, when are we heading to Norway?" Frank asked casually, getting a spoonful of curry.

William furrowed his eyebrows and looked up. "Didn't we agree to go there next year?"

"Should we really wait that long? What's stopping us from going right now?"

"There are just a few months left before the year ends," William said. "Plus, there are still plenty of things I need to handle."

"Really? What things?" Frank snapped.

"I haven't finished the handover yet," William answered.

"And you can't do this in Norway?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" William gritted his teeth, having enough of his insistence. He wiped his face and stood up. "Look, there's nothing stopping us right now. It would be impractical to leave in such a hurry. Let's just stick to the original plan okay?" he snapped, turning around. "I'm going to take a shower."

Without giving him a chance to speak, he stomped towards the bathroom, leaving Frank alone.

Frank was right about the handover. It could be easily done in Norway, but he didn't want to leave now. There was a voice in his heart nagging him that he couldn't leave until the contract was finished. William heaved a sigh as he stepped out of the shower. He didn't know why, but there was just something about Mary that drew him in. Wearing his bathrobe, he passed by her room, noticing that it was silent. 'She must've already fallen asleep,' he thought.

He dried his hair and went to the bedroom. Just as he opened the door, he saw Frank sitting by the edge of his bed.

"William," he said softly. The innocent glint in his eyes glimmered.

He stiffened, not really knowing what to say.

Frank got out of bed and walked up to him. He didn't waste any time as he grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them. "Frank," he murmured, a complicated look flashing on his face.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Frank. After everything that had just happened, he must've been terrified and even unsettled.

"Frank," he called out again.

"What's wrong?"

"You just came back. You must be tired." William pulled away from his hold.

"Tired? You think I'm tired?" Frank burst into laughter.

William frowned.

Frank grabbed his arm and pulled him over. "You like her, don't you?" he accused. "Am I right?"

"Frank!" William yelled out, aghast from the accusation. There was something about his words that made his heart fall into his stomach. "Look, just don't overthink it. It's just... I'm not ready to do this."

As she lay on the bed, Mary could hear the noise coming from the other room, but she was a hundred percent sure that neither of them was louder than her stomach's growling.

Her stomach lurched on cue, and she held back a groan.

'Ugh, I'm so hungry!' she thought. Not being able to take it anymore, Mary sat up on her bed with a sigh and snuck out of her room. Glancing from left to right, she scurried to the kitchen. When she arrived, she saw a plate of warm curry rice waiting for her. At the sight, her mouth watered, and her fingers twitched.

"Frank could be a chef for sure," she murmured to herself. Grabbing the bowl of curry rice, she quickly wolfed it down. She didn't care if she was standing in the middle of the kitchen with just one light open. All she cared about was satisfying her hungry self.

The dispute in the master bedroom still wasn't settled as the two men shouted back and forth. Having enough, William stalked out of the room, wanting some alone time for himself to think.

As he reached the kitchen, he could see Mary

eating by herself. Although she had her back

facing him, he could still see her slim and

graceful figure under the dim light.

He could vaguely see her injured finger. With a helpless smile and a shake of the head, he

resisted the urge to sigh. He had forgotten how much he had scolded her when she cut herself.

"Ahem." He coughed intentionally.

She froze. "Who's there?" Startled, Mary whirled around only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw it was William. "Try not to scare me next time, will you?" she murmured. "You snuck out in the middle of the night just to eat?" Walking to the table, he poured himself a glass of water and glanced up at her, raising his eyebrow. "Didn't you say you weren't hungry?"

"Can't I be hungry again?" She defended herself before taking another mouthful of curry.

He snorted, watching her as she continued to eat. The house was silent.

In fact, the only sound echoing throughout the household was the sound of her chewing. William only stood by the counter. Although he hadn't said anything, he made no move to leave.

"Why are you still here?" she finally asked.

"Should I leave?"

"You..." Mary snapped her head up only to be met with his gaze. Soon enough, the tension between them readily disappeared. "Why are you here?" she asked.

"I just came out to get some water," he replied.

"Really?" Mary glared at William. William blushed under her questioning gaze. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Mary as her jaw dropped. "Wait, did you..."

As soon as he caught the implication of her words, he felt that he had been misunderstood. "What are you thinking about?" he quickly intervened, catching her off guard. thought..." She shook her head. "Wait so, you didn't..."

She paused, and the two of them drifted into stunned silence.

"Well... Uhm..." Mary quickly put down her curry rice and explained hurriedly, "I didn't mean that. I just wanted to ask-"

"Mary," William breathed out as his eyes glazed over. He placed the glass back onto the counter and took two steps forward. A few seconds later and they were already a few millimeters apart. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"W-what? Seduce?" Mary glared at him. "Do you think I'm crazy? Why the hell would I seduce you?" He shrugged.

"Who knows?" She could tell that he had just taken a bath as the rough musky scent of his shampoo overwhelmed her. Mary took a deep breath, taking in his hard gaze and soft lips.

She had been caught off-guard that she didn't notice that his face was getting closer and closer. Naturally, her hands went up to his bathrobe.

A warm feeling surged up his chest, and he moved closer.

Startled, Mary punched him on the sides, trying to keep him away, but that did nothing to his muscled figure. In fact, it might have even amused him more. With one movement, he slithered his arm around her waist and took a sniff. "I like the smell of curry on you," he whispered.

"Let me go!" she snapped, despite being slightly out of it. She struggled to push him away, glancing warily at the doorframe. "Stop!"

"Don't worry," he said hoarsely. "He's asleep. The man could sleep through an earthquake and he wouldn't even notice."

However, the two of them weren't unaware that the door of the master bedroom had been opened slightly.

Gazing at the loving couple from afar, Frank felt his heart slipping through the pits of his stomach. He shivered in the cold room, feeling as if he had been thrown into ice cellar. Candy GSmgB