Love Contract

Chapter 88 Good Morning

"Ring, ring, ring..."

It was six o'clock in the morning when the phone kept on the bedside table rang loudly.

"Uh..." Mary groaned, dazed by the alarm. She willed her reluctant hands to come out of the warm quilt and turn off the alarm with her eyes closed. She had mastered this skill.

The family house where she resided was far away from her workplace, so she had to get up early to make sure that she reached on time. This was quite difficult for her.

She was about to get up when she felt a presence on the other side of the bed that had sunken slightly. This was accompanied by a few hoarse coughs.

"Ah!" As the fog of sleepiness faded, Mary came to her senses. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, remembering that William was still sleeping beside her!

"Are you awake?" he almost whispered. She was shocked when William turned over lazily and greeted her. His voice was gruff and husky that made him sound incredibly sexy and magnetic.

"Yes." Mary turned her head, her eyes meeting his. "Good morning." "Good morning."

The two of them had slept in separate quilts, but they still were close enough to feel the warmth of each other's bodies. They exchanged glances and greetings. This feeling was strange but not bad.

They kept looking at each other for a long time while the room stayed awkwardly silent. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Ahem..." William turned his head as he coughed.

"Well," Mary lifted the quilt and said, "I'll get you some water."

"No, that won't be needed, thanks." William waved his hand. "We should get out of bed and get ready."

"All right."

Their clothes made a rustling sound as they got dressed with their backs to each other.

William casually fastened the buttons on his sleeve, his eyes distant as he looked out of the window.

Last night's rain had made the autumn leaves fall on the ground. The yellow, orange, and red leaves lay strewn on the path inside and outside the villa.

Cleaning workers of the house were sweeping the ground along the road. The sound of the broom making contact with the ground was quite rhythmic and melodious.

"What are you looking at?" Mary asked. "Is it still raining?"

"Ahem, no." William turned around, waking up from his reverie. He passed his hand casually through his hair.

"Okay," nodded Mary. "Then I'll go wash my face and brush my teeth." She walked towards the bathroom, not knowing what else to say.

She closed the door immediately after entering the bathroom. Leaning against the door, she sighed and patted her hot face.

She was tempted by him again and that embarrassed her.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Ahem, why did you close the door?"

"What? What's wrong?" Mary asked as calmly as she could while she opened the door.

"I'm afraid I don't have enough time. Do you mind if we wash up together?"

"No, I don't mind." Mary lied. Of course, it made her uncomfortable but she made room for him anyway. "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" The water made sounds as they splashed it on their faces.

They brushed their teeth together in silence, stealing glances at each other every now and then.

It would've been nice if they could smile at each other. It would've been less awkward. Mary sighed slowly.

This was the scene she had always longed for.

The husband and wife would get up together, smiling at one another. Racing each other to the bathroom to brush their teeth. The husband would kiss his wife gently on the cheeks and caress her hair dotingly. But none of it happened.

William silently looked at Mary in the mirror. She was brushing her teeth and almost had her entire mouth covered with foam. He rinsed his mouth and said, "Mary, you look so ugly." 'But very cute, ' he thought.

".." Mary glanced at him. 'Forget it, ' she

thought. 'I shouldn't hope that this person with no romantic cells at all would say or do anything romantic. He is just a bully.'

When done, they went downstairs. Timothy and Aunt Amy were already sitting in the living room.

"Father, Aunt Amy." Mary acknowledged their presence. "Oh, why did you get up so early?" Amy asked in surprise on seeing the two of them approaching her.

"The company is a bit far from here, so we had to get up a little early to reach there on time." Mary smiled, "You also got up early."

"Alas, I'm too old."

"Oh, not at all," said Mary, trying to comfort her. "You are very young!" She winked at her.

"You..." Aunt Amy pointed her index finger at Mary's nose and said, "I want to have a grandson. When will you and William make a baby for your Aunt Amy?"

Mary gasped, the smile vanishing from her face. "No hurry, no hurry," she said.

On hearing that, William, who was standing behind Mary, frowned slightly as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"Amy, go and make some breakfast for the two children," intervened Timothy. "Don't delay their work." He had read the discomfort on both their faces.

"Oh yes!" said Aunt Amy, clapping her hands. "I almost forgot it. Wait a minute. It will be ready soon."

"Don't bother, Aunt Amy."

"Oh, it's not troublesome at all, Mary!" Aunt Amy walked into the kitchen with a smile.

"You two..." Timothy looked at William and Mary with sharp, almost reproachful eyes. After a while, he sighed, "Alas, I hope you know what you are doing."

He then put the newspaper on the table, stood up and slowly walked outside.

"Father," said Mary hesitantly, "does he already know the relationship between you and Frank?"

That was what they had fought about last time, right? It was only later that Mary had finally figured it out.

"Yes." William nodded solemnly.

"Aunt Amy doesn't know anything about this. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said that she wanted you to have a baby."

"Yes." He had started his own business when he began dating Frank. His father would have never known about it if he hadn't been so powerful. He didn't tell Aunt Amy, probably because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand it.

"Mary, William, come and have breakfast!" Aunt Amy called from the kitchen.

"Okay." Mary stood up, followed by William, and they walked over together. Mary was visibly worried.

"I made the porridge after your father and I got up. I just had to reheat it. I also prepared some steamed buns since you like them. Just have some," Amy said lovingly.

"It's very good! Thank you, Aunt Amy." Squinting her eyes, Mary expressed her thanks.

"Thank you." William also joined her.

"Well," replied Aunt Amy with a smile. She felt a little embarrassed on hearing their praises and inquired after Timothy, "Uh, Where is your father?"

"Oh, he is strolling outside," Mary answered while slurping the porridge, lisping slightly.

"This old man," said Aunt Amy, shaking her head. "I'm sure he's not wearing his coat again. It rained last night, and it's chilly outside, he may catch cold! You two should also wear more warm clothes. I'll go and see him." Aunt Amy walked towards the door.

"Okay." Mary nodded with a smile. 'How happy it must be for two people to be together when their relationship has turned from love to affection and they know that they will spend the rest of their lives together!' she thought.

She was interrupted by William soon. "In fact," he said, looking at the direction where Aunt Amy had left, "Father already knows that we are not really married."

"What? " Mary dropped the bun into her bowl in fear and disbelief. "Father already knows that? " "Yes." William nodded.

"Oh, well..." said Mary with her hands trembling. Timothy was engaged in dock business and had many cruel means to deal with people. If he knew that she had colluded with William to cheat on him, wouldn't she be in danger?!

"Don't worry." William frowned, as if he sensed what she was thinking of. "Since he didn't say anything, it means that he is not angry."

"Really? Are you sure?" Mary was still a little scared.

"Yes." William pursed his lips. "You're with me. Even if he wants to harm you, I won't let that happen."

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