CHAPTER 148: CHAPTER 148: RESTRAINT

Out of concern that it might cause unnecessary trouble for William Foster, Clara Bennett hurriedly explained, "Actually, they had some ideas of making things difficult for me, but I managed to intimidate them in my own way and didn’t let them succeed. Just in case they come to bother you in the future, just say you don’t know anything and can’t control me, and let them come directly to me."

After hearing this, William Foster showed a hesitant expression, "Is it really okay to do this? You know they’re very good with words, and they’ll definitely complain about how fiercely you treated them."

Hearing this, Clara Bennett raised an eyebrow and replied without hesitation, "Well, speaking honestly, it’s just like that."

She felt that if anyone dared to challenge her limits, she would absolutely make them understand what true strength looked like.

Faced with such a strong-willed and unique girlfriend, William Foster emphasized seriously yet lovingly, "You are not the fierce woman others say you are. On the contrary, to me, you always seem like a gentle and sweet little fairy."

At these words, Clara Bennett couldn’t help but smile slightly, teasingly blowing a breath in William Foster’s ear, "But you have to know, as a little fairy, I can’t stay up all night with you. Do you really think I’m very gentle?"

Seeing her playful demeanor, William Foster seemed a bit at a loss and hurriedly covered his ears with his hands, saying, "Honey, it’s still early, please don’t joke like that."

Clara Bennett blinked, her eyes carrying a hint of confusion, as if a swirl of bewilderment danced in her clear eyes, "You wouldn’t..."

William Foster pressed his lips together, lowered his head, and remained silent.

At that moment, his silence was like an invisible wall separating them, seeming more powerful than a thousand words.

The atmosphere around them felt as if it was cloaked in a suppressive aura, and Clara Bennett suddenly felt a coldness creeping in, causing her to shiver slightly.

This coldness stemmed not only from the outside but seemed to well up from deep within her heart.

She broke free from his embrace, her voice filled with helplessness and dissatisfaction, "Can’t your body be a little more consistent with your nature? You seem so amiable, but as soon as you’re touched, you become so wild! This hot-and-cold attitude of yours is hard for me to adapt to."

Deep down, William Foster smiled wryly; he understood the answer to this question well enough.

It’s because the gentle and considerate demeanor he usually displayed was just a facade.

Being Mr. William Foster, he had worked hard to hide his inner passion to maintain his public image.

This passion and zeal had always been something he tried to restrain.

He knew that by nature, he wasn’t the genteel person he showed himself to be; but as a scion of a family that needed to maintain a good public image, these outward displays were necessary for him.

Currently, William Foster dressed in soft-toned clothing, looking refined and gentle. His hair was always neatly groomed, and even his expressions when facing Clara Bennett were carefully prepared, making him appear naturally kind and friendly.

In fact, none of this was his innate trait but was achieved through professional training.

To achieve this effect, he specifically sought a well-known acting coach who had taught many film stars and consulted a micro-expression expert for quick training.

It was due to this professional training that William Foster could present himself so perfectly, like an impeccable top actor.

Hence, whatever Mr. William Foster wanted to do, whether it was acting pitiful for attention or pleasing his wife, he could do it perfectly, and there was nothing he couldn’t accomplish.

However, his vigorous energy was due to his health and being in his prime, which was something he couldn’t control.

Despite his best efforts to restrain his behavior, it ultimately was a human physiological instinct that couldn’t be fully controlled by sheer will.

William Foster slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a trace of helplessness, his tone calm yet slightly apologetic.

"I’m also helpless when it comes to my body. How about you give me a hand? If you can give me some understanding and support, I’ll also try to adjust myself so as not to bother you anymore."

Clara Bennett raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to herself that the situation was clearly more outrageous now than before.

Last night was sufficiently tiring, and today it’s like this again?

She looked at him, with a smile saying, "It seems you need to restrain your desires properly. How about I invite an old Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe you a few herbal remedies to ensure you won’t have such urges in the future."

Upon hearing this, William Foster immediately panicked and hurriedly explained, "You worked hard last night; I’ve already arranged for some nourishing soup to be made for you. Go and replenish your energy; I can handle myself."

That little fairy is truly ruthless!

He didn’t want to drink those bitter herbal medicines or lead a life of celibacy, let alone become a monk!

"Are you going to the crew tomorrow?"

While biting into the buttered bread Clara Bennett handed him, William Foster listened to her say that she had to go shooting the second day after their wedding, and his expression immediately became very serious.

Why the rush?

Weren’t they supposed to leave a week later?

Clara Bennett noticed his confusion and took the initiative to explain, "Because the scriptwriter had a new creative idea after seeing my test makeup photos and decided to add a scene. Moreover, the next location had already been booked by others, so we must shoot ahead of schedule. We’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning and will return right after filming."

William Foster’s face turned even darker, his brows furrowed tightly, "Do you have to go out of town?"

Clara Bennett nodded, her tone calm, "Yes, we need to go to the desert for the shoot."

At this moment, William Foster could only think of one thing: he really wanted to do away with that scriptwriter.

The scriptwriter was simply being disruptive; they had just had their wedding night, the honeymoon hadn’t even started yet, and now this little fairy was leaving him, which made him extremely agitated.

Clara Bennett saw his unhappy expression, her large, limpid eyes fixed intently on him, full of concern and puzzlement.

She bit her lower lip gently, carefully asking, "What’s the matter? Are you angry?"

William Foster originally wanted to say, of course, he was angry...

Who lets their wife go to work the second day after the wedding?

If it were a man doing this, there would surely be chaos at home by now!

But on second thought, he ultimately wasn’t the kind of petty person.

William Foster sighed lightly, took a deep breath, worked to calm himself, then said, "I have no objections; your work is more important."