CHAPTER 159: CHAPTER 159: I WANT TO HEAR YOU CALL ME

This time, she won’t let anyone hurt her, nor let herself fall into unnecessary pain again.

She longs for freedom and happiness, and will never repeat the same mistakes.

Thinking of this, William Foster immediately realized his words might have angered Clara Bennett.

He saw her face turn a bit gloomy and knew he had spoken wrongly.

He knows this girl is like an elusive breeze, hating that domineering temperament.

He has deep feelings for her but knows that some of his actions might backfire, causing unnecessary disputes.

So he quickly changed his words, showing a grievance-like look and said, "I wasn’t doubting you, baby, I’m sorry, my expression might have been frightening. I’m actually just too jealous of him, just wondering why that person isn’t me? You work hard, eat poor meals while he can send delicious food to you. He knows your preferences inside out and can please you. What can I achieve? I truly envy him."

His tone carried a hint of self-blame and regret, clearly not wanting her to feel dissatisfied.

Hearing such words, Clara’s initial anger dissipated considerably.

She had been ready to burst, but now that she heard William say this, her anger subsided a bit.

Originally expecting the two to have a big quarrel, but unexpectedly, the outcome was completely opposite.

This sudden change left her somewhat at a loss.

After being stunned for a while, her heart was moved again, "What are you saying, he’s just a colleague. If you don’t want to eat the food he brings, then don’t, why be jealous."

When she said this, her tone had a touch of gentleness.

Looking at the somewhat distressed man in front of her, her attitude softened considerably, feeling a bit warmer inside.

William hurriedly said, "I’m not making you starve, nor forcing you to eat bad things. Since he has already prepared, why not try it? Anyway, I quite enjoy watching you eat deliciously."

His eyes were full of tenderness and expectation, hoping to receive her understanding.

His words revealed his care and affection for her, hoping she could feel this sentiment.

Clara thought for a moment, organized her thoughts, then slowly opened her mouth and said, "You could’ve just ordered me takeout, as long as the address is correct."

Her eyes carried a bit of anticipation as if waiting for his response, hoping he could understand her meaning.

With wide bright eyes, William seemed suddenly struck by a beam of inspiration, his face instantly revealed a look of realization as he smiled and asked, "Is that possible? That’s great. Now I can give you more surprises. My little darling, what would you like to eat?"

His tone was full of warmth and affection, as if every word was carefully chosen, striving to make the sentence express endless emotions.

Clara was amused by his words, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, she lightly listed a few foods she liked, then deliberately sat on the sofa looking at the person in front of her, said half-jokingly, "Are you happy now? Seeing you trying so hard to consider for me, I can’t bear to say anything else."

"I was never unhappy, I’ve always been joyful. I was just worried about disturbing your work."

William spoke softly, then lowered his head, slightly opened his mouth, mimicking the childish posture of pouting, "But just now I heard you call that colleague Taylor, and I got a bit curious, are you two quite good friends?"

Clara slightly squinted her lively eyes, a glimmer of cunning flashed in them, gently yet firmly said, "You didn’t tell the truth, did you? Actually, what you’re thinking might be a bit more than what I’ve guessed."

William immediately became somewhat flustered, hurriedly shook his head to vehemently deny, "I didn’t..."

However, before he could fully express his thoughts, he was interrupted.

Clara intervened with a lazy yet humor-filled voice breaking his defense, "Do you want me to call you brother as well?"

At this moment, under the warm afternoon sunlight, her beautiful face appeared even more enchanting and vibrant.

William felt his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved up and down, tried hard to control the impulse to act immediately, finally sincerely confessed, "I’d like to hear it. I really want to hear how you would call me."

His words were full of sincerity and yearning, making it impossible to ignore.

Clara gently parted her red lips, using a voice both sweet and alluring she softly called out, "William brother—"

This call seemed to transcend time and space, lingering long in the air, unforgettable.

At that instant, William felt the whole world freeze, when Clara’s tender voice penetrated the air reaching the depths of his heart, clearing all his wandering thoughts, leaving only a strong desire.

How he wished to rush to her side immediately!

Thus, almost instinctually, he covered his cheek with his hand, trying through deep breaths to calm the surging emotions within.

Seeing this gesture, Clara deliberately raised one eyebrow, playfully asked, "What’s wrong? Did I not call nicely enough? Or is there another reason for such a strong reaction?"

"It’s not that you called badly, but it’s so beautiful, so beautiful that even I find it incredible, so beautiful it makes me wish to offer my whole heart to you immediately."

William replied in a somewhat hoarse yet extraordinarily sincere voice, each word laden with his deepest passionate feelings.

Clara laughed out loud, her eyes glinting with playful light, "Is it that exaggerated? Surely not."

William seriously nodded, his tone very firm, "It truly is."

Upon hearing this, Clara couldn’t help but tease, "Then I dare not call again, I must protect your life."

As she spoke, she pursed her lips, laughter light and crisp overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

William slightly raised the corners of his mouth, said in a gentle voice, "Hmm, indeed no more calling, otherwise I’d want to fly to your side now, to see if it’s truly that magical, responding to your every call."

Clara saw him speak truthfully and directly, her heart couldn’t help but be moved, gently asked, "Still jealous of George Taylor?"

William shook his head lightly, eyes carrying a warm smile, said slowly, "Not jealous anymore, compared to you calling him, that call to me was truly rare, truly priceless, as precious as a thousand pieces of gold."

Clara found William’s habitual exaggerations making her a bit speechless yet smiling, but still candidly said, "Good to know, he’s really not my type."