Better Life Without You. novel Chapter 152

She was extremely afraid.

Just then, she heard someone knocking on the door.

She covered her mouth and gave a startled burp.

The door was knocked again.

She quickly let go of the hand that was covering her mouth, put her hands together and rubbed them together as she anxiously shouted: "Senior, I ... I have nowhere to go, so I can't do anything about it. I hope senior can't blame me for staying the night here, and I promise you that I won't disturb your rest. Please take a detour, senior."

At the door, William Walton frowned. What was this woman saying?

"Open the door, it's me."

Upon hearing this voice, the nervousness in her heart from before vanished.

She hurriedly turned around and opened the door. The moment she saw William Walton, she let out a sigh of relief in her heart. "It's you."

"Who else do you think it is? What were you talking about just now? "

"No ....Nothing," she shook her head, trying her best to appear a little calmer. "Why are you here?"

With a cold expression, he answered, "I'll pick you up after work."

"Ah? I... I worked overtime."

"With the ghosts?"

Laura hurriedly stomped her feet, covering her mouth with her hands. "Don't speak nonsense."

William Walton smirked: "So, you thought, that the person at the door was a ghost?"

He raised his hand and knocked on her head, "I always thought that you were unafraid of the heavens or the earth. So, it turns out that you also have a weakness."

She glanced at him. She released the hand that was covering his mouth. "I didn't."

"What did you say about burning paper?"

Her face turned slightly red. "Oh, it's nothing."

She quickly opened the cabinet, took out her bag, and walked over to him. "Let's go. Let's go."

After turning off the lights in her office, she pushed him out of the office.

Perhaps it was due to the scare and she was shocked.

She took two quick steps and followed closely by his side.

William Walton turned and looked at her.

From time to time, she would look back.

He smirked and yelled in her ear, "Hello."

She jumped, screamed, and grabbed his arm.

When she finally regained her senses, she realized that he was purposefully trying to scare her.

Displeased, she gave his arm a pinch and snorted before quickly descending the stairs.

Arriving at the entrance of the office building, she raised her head and breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to work overtime anymore.

After all, ... It was true that someone had died in this building. Even if there were no ghosts, just thinking about it made one feel that it was horrifying.

William Walton came to her side, and calmly looked at her. "If I don't come, don't you plan on not returning tonight?"

Laura Love did not make a sound.

William Walton smirked: "I heard from you just now that you had decided to stay the night because you had no other choice."

William Walton continued: "Most schools are built on tombs, why are there only hospitals and schools with many of these terrifying elements, don't you have any idea?"

She swallowed her saliva, she turned and rolled her eyes at him. "Can you stop talking?"

William Walton smirked: "I only know that if you were to stroll around the school by yourself at night and see a white-clothed student wandering around with disheveled hair, it would be best for you to not go up and strike up a conversation to avoid provoking anything unclean."

She felt a chill run down her spine. Not far away on the lawn, there was a girl with disheveled hair walking leisurely in white clothes.

She instinctively raised her hand and shook his arm: "Ah, William Walton, don't scare me, alright?"

William Walton laughed heartily.

This was the first time in his life that he had been beaten by a woman.

She frowned. "You're still laughing?"

"I find it funny that I know your weakness. Laura, you better be careful in the future."

"What kind of weakness is that? I wasn't afraid of ghosts in the first place, and it was all because of you suddenly spouting nonsense, okay? I've heard even scarier than this before."

In terms of the ability to properly tell ghost stories, Judy had the ability to make others crawl into bed.

She still remembered how she had told her the ghost story. When Elsie Clark woke up at night to go to the bathroom, she didn't dare to go alone.

In those years, she had gone to the toilet with Elsie Clark many times in the middle of the night.

But in the past, it was probably because she knew too well that she felt that a story was a story, so she wasn't too afraid.

But now, with William Walton being so serious and spouting nonsense, it was very easy for her to have a sense of substitution, alright?

"Do you know where is the best location in the entire Philadelphia?"

She looked at him and asked, "Where?"

"My villa is the best place in the entire Philadelphia. Don't you have anything to say?"