Better Life Without You. novel Chapter 169

Seeing her shocked expression, Thomas said, "Miss Green, when you were drunk, you became so different."

She blushed and smiled embarrassedly. Then she turned around and walked into the house with the bear in her arms.

She hated alcohol!

Last night she was drunk, but what about William Walton?

He wasn't drunk, so why did he allow her to do whatever she wanted? Just because of a little bear, he broke into someone else's shop? Was he crazy?

When she entered the living room, William Walton was not there.

Coincidentally, she didn't want to lose face either. She quickly walked up the stairs and returned to her room.

But as soon as she pushed the door open, she was stupefied.

In the corner of her room, there were all sorts of dolls.

Small bear, small rabbit, happy, big bear, small frog, small turtle...

She stood by the door. Her eyes filled with these things.

Next door, William Walton had already finished changing and was coming out.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, he came up to her and peered in. "What's wrong?"

She pointed to the room, a little speechless. "You couldn't have ordered them to prepare this, could you?"

"It's me, is it touching?"

Touching? No. She was speechless.

"Are you doing this to laugh at me?"

"Why did I do that? Don't you like cloth puppets? If you do, I'll buy them for you. Is there anything wrong with that?"

She looked at him. "When did I say that I like cloth puppets?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Why would I like a doll when I'm already so old? I don't like it."

"You said last night that you loved dolls. Could it be that the doll you're referring to isn't fake? " He looked at her stomach.

She blushed, "What nonsense are you thinking about? After I got drunk, I probably... I'm a bit confused and talking nonsense."

"Your mind isn't clear. But your instincts tells me that you like dolls. Heh, I actually think that what you said was what you were thinking in your heart. "

"I mean when I was young, there weren't many girls who didn't like dolls. I liked them when I was young, too. At that time, I was really looking forward to mom buying them for me, but unfortunately, we had no money."

"Perfect, I can buy them for you because I am rich."

"But I've already grown up, so I don't need others to buy it for me. I have hands and feet myself, and I can buy things that I like."

William Walton raised his eyebrows. "Then why didn't you buy it?"

"After I grew up, when I had the ability and money to buy them, I realized that the doll no longer attracted me. So, many people said that if you like something, you must buy it when you like it, because if you don't buy it now, you might not like it so much when you meet it again in the future."

"Since this isn't something that we'll eventually like, why should we buy it?"

"In this world, how many people will like a person or other thing forever? Sometimes, girls are impulsive in shopping and what they buy are not the products, they buy feelings. Although they may regret it later on, God and I both know that we were deeply moved by something at that time, just like this doll ..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at the cloth doll in her hand and said with a slight headache, "When I was young, I was indeed moved by them. But now, I can no longer be moved."

William Walton smiled, then bent his body slightly as he moved his face close to hers.

The distance between them was so close that she blinked and took two steps back, "What's wrong again?"

He smiled charmingly, "Earlier, you said it very well. Something that moved the heart when you were young may not move when you grow up. Dolls are like this, and humans are the same."

She stared at his face, puzzled. What did he mean?

"Back then, whether it was Earl or some else, the people that you liked were only a moment of palpitation due to you not being sensible when you were young. But now, you have grown up, you should understand that you won't like them anymore."

She could swear.

"I'm very serious, didn't you ask me what I wanted to do? I only answered you according to my own thoughts. You can agree with me. I'm already in bed. Of course, you also have the right to oppose me. After all, your body is yours. "

"I don't agree."

"Then forget it."

Then why didn't he go out?

"Is there something else?"

"Of course. Didn't you run away this morning? Shouldn't we talk about what happened last night?"

Again.

Was he addicted to talking to a woman after such a thing?

"There's no need to talk about it. My request is the same as last time. If you don't lose out on this matter, we're even. Don't bring it up again."

"Don't bring it up? Do you think it's possible? "

She looked at him. "Why is it impossible?"

"Last time, I didn't plan on developing further with you, so of course I can agree with you. But it's different this time. We've already slept together, so of course we have to try to figure it out clearly. "

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Alright, tell me, what's your plan?"

Logically speaking, at that time, you were drunk. There were some things that I had no proof of, but in reality, last night, you were the one who messed around. You may not have remembered your actions, but I clearly remembered them. So, I'll make a request this time. "

As she stared at him, she couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong with his composed expression.

"You ... What request do you have? "

"I demand that you be responsible for me."