You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 156 : The Press Conference

Hearing Bill, Arabella looked at him with full disgust as she struggled to escape from his embrace.

“Are you crazy?” She whispered angrily.

Bill didn’t answer her but his grip on her never lessened like he was afraid that she could escape from

him.

On the other side, Trishia’s voice wasn’t heard. But not after a while. “Yes, Bill! I want to join.” Trishia

answered excitedly.

Arabella was stunned. Seriously? Some girls would do anything just to be with him?

Bill smiled meaningfully after hearing Trishia's answer.

Arabella looked at him with eyes that were cursing him.

“Satisfy yourself. I’m out of here!” She annoyingly declared trying to push his body that was covering

her.

“I thought you wanna see Adam,” Bill uttered with a provoking smile.

“How dare you say his name in this kind of disgusting situation?” She gripped his arm and bit it very

hard. She released everything by biting his arm.

Bill didn't dodge and just let her release her fury.

“Bill!Bill! Can I come in now?” Trishia sounded impatient outside.

Bill was suppressing the pain with her sharp teeth. When she sobered, her teeth left deep marks on his

skin. Some blood started to come out.

“Happy now?” Bill asked.

“Yes.” She answered directly.

He smiled seeing her stubborn expression.

“Good night Trishia,” Bill shouted ensuring that the girl outside the door could hear him.

“But, Bill…You said…” Trishia refused to go. She wanted to be in his bed.

Bill didn’t reply as his attention was focused on the girl who was now lying on his bed facing the side.

She was secretly crying.

Without saying anything, he covered her with a quilt and hugged her behind.

She was stubborn but soft.

She was trying to show toughness but she was scared.

She was teasing him but she trembled inside.

He then gently kissed her head.

After a while, she had fallen asleep. Bill looked at her. She seemed very tired for the whole day.

In the guestroom, Trishia was very furious. She purposely knocked on his room as she could not

withstand her thought that Arabella was inside Bill’s room. She could not take that girl was with his

man.

She quickly got her phone and dialed Kelly.

“Trishia, what’s got into you? It was already late.” Kelly answered worried.

“Mom, you have to help me. That bit…That girl, she was always sleeping in Bill’s room.” Trishia's words

came out spontaneously. She was like a kid seeking comfort and support from his mom.

“Calm down. It’s only a few days you will marry Bill.” Kelly announced.

“But mom, Arabella is in his room right now. They are having that thing in bed.” Trishia clenched her

fists as she thought of it.

“That shameless girl. Don’t worry. I will handle her. Now go to sleep as you have still a press

conference tomorrow.” Kelly calmed her.

Remembering her press conference with Bill, she quickly hung up. Kelly was right. She had to rest now

or she would have big eyebags at her conference. She could not let her fans see her ugly. Of course,

for Bill, she should always be beautiful.

The next morning, Arabella woke up early and prepared breakfast for her bosses. She didn’t know how

she slept last night. All she could remember was her mind was preoccupied with Adam. There’re only a

few days left before Bill’s wedding, she was sure that Adam would show up as the ring bearer or

someone who had a part in the wedding as he was his son.

She was full of hope that on that day, she could snatch Adam and took him away from them.

While she was caught in her deep thinking, someone suddenly grabbed her hair. Arabella was quickly

backed to her senses.

“You bitch! How dare you sleep with my man?” Trishia angrily shouted while gripping Arabella’s hair

very tight.

“Let me go!” Arabella ordered as she struggled from Trishia’s grip.

“You deserve this bitch!” Trishia had no plan of letting her go.

Arabella felt the intense pain was running all over her head. It seemed all her hair would be pulled out if

she would not do something.

Trying to escape from Trishia, Arabella reached the hot coffee and splashed it at her behind.

“Ahhhh! You!You!” Trishia screamed out loud. The hot coffee landed on her face. She quickly let go of

Arabella while wiping the dripping black coffee away from her face.

Arabella turned around and was shocked to see Trishia with a flushed face. She didn’t intend to splash NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

the coffee to her delicate face. It was just merely self-defense.

“You bitch!” Trishia touched her painful face.

“I…” Arabella was speechless.

“What happened here?” Bill’s magnetic voice sounded behind Arabella.

Seeing Bill, Trishia quickly ran towards him.

“Bill, look! Look at what happened to my face.” Trishia complained. “That bitch just poured coffee on

me.” She then pointed to Arabella.

Bill didn’t say anything and looked at Arabella with a stern expression. Arabella was felt a bit guilty so

she lowered her head.

“Our press conference is today. Now my face is swollen. How could I face the people?” Trishia’s voice

was pissed off and awful. “Because of you!” She then strode towards Arabella and was about to grab

her hair again but Bill’s hand was quick to catch Trishia’s hand in the air before it landed on Arabella.

“Stop!” Bill ordered firmly. It was still calm but dangerous if not followed.

“Bill, my face was hurt because of her. She should be thrown out!” Trishia debated. She really wanted

Arabella to be out of his house. By that, she would have Bill all her own.

“She stays,” Bill declared then strode to the dining area to have his breakfast.

Trishia giggled in anger. She shot daggers at Arabella and quickly went back to her room.

Arabella was left unmoved. Then, she went outside to breathe for a while.

She was thinking of what happened earlier. She couldn’t understand why she had to be brutal. Not

because she was surrounded by monsters, she also had to be a monster and apparently, she would

become more monster than them. Not because people didn’t treat you right, you would also treat them

poorly. Society taught us that it was just fair. Giving people their own dose of medicine, but somehow

you tend to question yourself.

Who am I?

What had you become?

Arabella sat on a wooden bench in the garden while staring far away. She was lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, someone sat beside her that made Arabella regain her senses. She looked at him. Bill folded

his arms and crossed his long legs. Arabella looked afar while Bill didn’t say anything.

It was sunny but the air was a bit cold. The two didn’t bother with the cold as they sat on the bench

doing nothing and speaking nothing.

No bickering.

No teasing.

No playing.

They sat there in silence like they have their own little peaceful world.

“Bill, you’re here with this girl.” Kelly suddenly sounded striding near them. Their peaceful moment

instantly interrupted.

Arabella was quick to stand and politely bowed.

Bill didn’t move.

Kelly suddenly went to Arabella and slapped her on the face.

Arabella was stunned and froze. She could feel her right cheek was in pain.

"That's for Trsihia!" Kelly yelled at her.

Bill suddenly stood up and went to Kelly.

“Mom.” He sounded displeased.

“What now Bill?” Kelly’s eyeballs were bulging and her veins were shown on her neck. “You want to

protect the person who killed your dad?” Kelly added with intense sarcasm and hatred in her voice.

Arabella lowered her head. She wanted to run away but somehow, she wanted to listen to their

conversation just maybe she could get information about her son.

Bill didn’t say anything.

“Hope you don’t forget, who is this woman?” Kelly took the chance to remind her son.

“This woman is a ….” Kelly wasn’t satisfied as she kept on insulting Arabella but she was cut.

“Mom. Enough!” Bill said calmly but it carried a serious tone.

Arabella was stunned by Bill’s words. She felt the air was instantly filled with intense tension between

the mother and the son.

“Bill, don’t tell me you are already deceived by her?” Kelly was shocked by how Bill's words.

“Enough or let’s cancel the wedding,” Bill answered then quickly dragged Arabella away leaving Kelly in

awe.

Inside the house, “Get dressed. You’re going with us.” Bill ordered.

Arabella didn’t answer but she followed him.

In a 7-star hotel, the conference was held. The hotel was owned by Bill.

All media in the city and abroad were there to gather information about the hot CEO and the

superstar’s wedding.

Trishia was very uncomfortable with her look. She even threatened her make-up artist to fire her if she

could not cover her scalded face. She had to make her the most beautiful especially she was meeting

all kinds of media. Bill without any effort was always stunning.

Arabella sat in front following Bill’s order.

“Ms. Trishia, is it true that you are going to retire after your wedding?” A man from the media asked.

Trishia smiled sweetly. She was like an angel different from the Trishia who grabbed Arabella’s hair in

the morning.

“Yes. I want to be a full-time wife for Bill.” Trishia answered with a smile. Then, she glued her arm to his

showing more sweetness to the cameras.

“Mr. Sky, you are a very big shot in the business. Could you share your inspiration with us?” Another

anchor asked.

“I work hard,” Bill answered directly without any emotion in his voice. He sounded intimidating but the

crowd looked at him as a highly respectable man.

Trishia’s smile had become stiff. She knew Bill had no romance but at least she could fake his answer

to please the media. He could point to her as his inspiration.

“Mr. Sky, some source told us that you already have a son. Is this true?” A woman suddenly asked.

“Yes,” Bill answered directly.

Right after Bill’s answer, the crowd uproar. It was shocking news for them. Bill Sky was known as the

top-notch bachelor in the world. The sudden news had blown their minds away.

“Mr. Sky, Is it with Ms. Meyer?” A very curious anchor asked. Who had thought that the hottest CEO

had a son? Then maybe there’s a possibility that the superstar was the mother. Maybe they just kept it

a secret. Or maybe it was the reason for the sudden wedding.

Trishia felt nervous about the question. She could not afford to be embarrassed by the media people

and the whole world. She never thought about the issue of Bill’s child. She cursed Adam for having

trouble in her life. She then quickly held Bill’s arm and squeeze it trying to calm her nervousness.

“No,” Bill answered directly.

The clamor in place heightened.

“Ms. Trishia, do you already accept your husband-to-be's son?” Another reporter asked.

Trishia was trembling inside. She felt embarrassed by the situation as she put up her fake smile.

“I love Bill so much and I am willing to accept his son. I will be the good mother that his son deserves.

We will give him a happy family. Together, we will raise him to be a good businessman like his dad.”

Trishia answered faking everything for the camera.

Hearing Trishia’s words, Arabella's ears seemed to hear a very loud annoying noise. She was

disgusted by how they were talking about her son. They never had any right.

“Mr. Sky, Is he the heir of Sky Corporation?” Another woman asked.

Bill paused for a while.

“Yes. No one else.” He answered.

An uproar was heard again in the room. Arabella and Trishia were stunned.

Trishia clenched her fists secretly. How could Bill say it? She still going to have a son with him sooner.

She should have a son with him and she would do anything to make that happen.

“For my last question Mr. Sky, who is the mother of your child?” Silence filled the air as everyone didn’t

want to miss Bill’s answer. They were all curious about it.

At this moment, Trishia’s smile instantly faded. She was angry that the supposed to be the topic of the

conference was all about her wedding and it suddenly become about his child. And now, the mother of

his child.

Bill’s eyes pierced to the girl who was sitting in front.

“She’s here.” Bill then answered.

The room suddenly filled the loudest clamor as everyone wanted to see the mother of Bill’s child.

“There.” Bill then raised his hand pointing in Arabella’s direction.