CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160 OVERESTIMATING ONESELF

William Foster’s throat moved slightly, showing great interest as he asked, "What type do you like then?"

Clara Bennett teased him intentionally, pretending to think for a moment before answering, "Me... As long as our marriage is valid for a day, my type is someone like you."

This answer gave William Foster a sense of satisfaction yet with a hint of discontent.

He wished to hear Clara clearly express her affection for him.

Although Clara had hinted at her attraction to him in various ways before, this impeccable answer made the suspicious William Foster feel slightly disappointed.

However, considering he had already enjoyed quite a few sweet moments tonight, William Foster didn’t ask for more, just suggested ending the video call and arranging dinner for her.

Clara glanced at her watch, showing a touch of helplessness on her face, "No time to eat, I have to go to the set early to do some prep work."

William Foster furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with concern, "But the food quality at the set is really poor."

Thinking of George Taylor’s effort to send someone out to buy food, William Foster further explained, "If the meals weren’t truly unappetizing, George wouldn’t go to such lengths to have someone buy food outside."

Clara didn’t care much, smiled and reassured him, "It’s okay, tougher conditions outside are normal, you’ll get used to it."

To her, she wasn’t the type of pampered girl who couldn’t endure a bit of hardship.

It’s just a meal, which doesn’t really count as a big deal in her life.

William Foster furrowed his brow, showing a bit of concern on his face, "I can’t bear to see you endure any hardship. Your hardship pains me deeply. Go to the set, leave the rest to me to handle, I’ll do my utmost to solve all the problems."

Clara playfully twirled a lock of her hair, cheekily looking at William Foster, "What? Are you thinking of treating the whole crew to a meal again? Just like last time, preparing lots of delicious food?"

William Foster replied helplessly, "Isn’t it okay? I just wish everyone happy, and also make your work environment more comfortable."

Clara shook her head slightly, showing confusion in her eyes, "Why waste that money? The crew won’t give you special treatment just because you treat them to a meal."

William Foster sighed softly, his eyes full of concern for her, "Spending money for my own little wife, how can that be waste? As long as you eat well and sleep well, I can wait for you at home peacefully. Thinking of you outside bearing the wind and sun makes my heart ache uncontrollably. Every time I think of these things, I worry terribly."

Clara was stunned, not expecting him to say this.

She believed she had become much stronger ever since her rebirth, no longer the weak little girl she once was.

Even her family no longer treats her as a fragile flower.

But this man in front of her seems to want to pamper her tenderly, as if afraid she might get hurt.

Clara didn’t want to become a woman only good at acting spoiled, nor did she want to become too fragile, but it felt not bad to be occasionally cared for by him.

This feeling of being cared for warmed her heart.

That’s what she thought.

So, she smiled, respecting William Foster’s thoughts, "Alright then, I’ll clean up and wait to taste the fantastic food you prepare tonight. I believe you’ll prepare lots of delicious things for me."

Hearing this, William Foster’s eyes sparkled with confidence, "Don’t worry, the stuff your husband prepares will definitely be more to your taste than what George made."

His tone carried a hint of competition.

Humph, did that George even think of competing with him in understanding his wife?

How presumptuous of him.

Obviously, he was the one who truly understood her.

Clara found this idea amusing, having already noticed William Foster’s habit of comparing.

Previously, he used to compare himself with Samuel Grant, and now he was competing with George Taylor.

Such a childish man, yet this very quality made him somewhat endearing to her.

Tsk, he can be a little insecure, really makes people feel both annoyed and amused.

Sometimes, she even wanted to tell him not to care so much about these things, but considering his feelings, she chose to go along with him.

However, since she selected him, she had to patiently soothe him.

With this thought, Clara softly said, "Yes, yes, of course he’s not as good as you. You understand me better than anyone in the world."

After all, George Taylor didn’t quite understand her. On the plane, she clearly said she wanted spicy dishes, but he didn’t notice at all.

He seemed not to care about her preferences, causing her to feel a bit lost and disappointed deep inside.

Mr. William Foster was well aware: this wasn’t about insecurity, but rather the overpowering possessiveness deeply rooted within him.

This overwhelming and uncontrollable emotion made it impossible for him to accept anyone caring for or ignoring his loved one.

As he put down the phone, the gentle demeanor William Foster specially showed Clara vanished completely, as if the brief wonderful moment before was only a fleeting illusion.

He immediately summoned Zam, pointed out a few dishes he thought would be popular, and specifically instructed Zam to customize this batch of food from the city’s best restaurant, ensuring it could be promptly delivered to the set.

Delegating such a task to someone like Zam, rich in experience and extremely cautious and reliable, was undoubtedly the best choice.

When Zam left, coincidentally running into Sam Clarke, who was urgently summoned.

Seeing this situation, Zam’s expression immediately turned serious, with hints of worry between his brows.

Zam spoke earnestly to Little Clarke, "Be careful."

His words revealed obvious concern.

Unaware, Sam Clarke looked at Zam with a puzzled expression, "What do you mean by this, Zam? Is Mr. William Foster now in a bad mood?"

In an instant, he felt a bit anxious.

Zam replied, "Hmm, it seems his mood isn’t very good, possibly because of the Young Madam’s situation. So, hurry up, and don’t delay."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Sam Clarke with a heart full of unease.

Thinking about how just a day apart made Mr. William Foster miss the Young Madam so much, one can only imagine how deep and intense his feelings for her are.

Sam Clarke couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness in his heart.

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