Chapter 690: Fulfilling Her Request
Iris Yates...
She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, her expression growing more annoyed.
The thought of the conditions she had agreed to only made her more irritated.
She gripped the railing and stared at the endless horizon, her eyes filling with a sense of melancholy and sorrow.
She had cried for a while, venting her grief and sorrow. Now, all that was left was a hollow feeling in her chest.
’I hope when Chloe and the others see my message, they’ll worry a little less.’
’I’m okay. I’m doing fine.’
’It’s just... not the life I wanted.’
At dusk, the sun sank in the west, casting a golden glow across the sea. Glittering flecks of light danced on the gentle waves, creating a spectacular and magnificent scene.
Iris Yates watched, her gaze lost in the beautiful scene.
’Is this what a sunset at sea looks like?’
’It’s truly beautiful!’
Suddenly, a tall, warm body pressed against her from behind. William Quinn completely enveloped her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Isn’t it beautiful?" he murmured.
Iris Yates ignored him.
But William Quinn was relentless. When she didn’t answer, he started nuzzling against her.
"Baby, isn’t it?"
"Baby."
"Baby..."
Utterly annoyed, Iris Yates shoved him away. With a cold expression, she said, "It’s nothing special."
Then, she turned and walked toward the cabin.
William Quinn’s arms were suddenly empty. He frowned, hating the feeling of things being out of his control.
He immediately followed and swept her up into his arms. As he felt her soft body settle in his embrace, the displeasure that had been nagging at him finally faded.
Iris Yates cried out in alarm, "What are you doing? Put me down! I can walk on my own!"
"But I just want to hold my baby," William Quinn said, kissing her forehead, his voice exceptionally gentle.
Iris Yates...
’I can’t struggle free.’
’If I keep struggling, there’s no telling what this shameless bastard might do.’
’And I don’t want to be trapped in bed with him in that room.’
’I finally managed to get out, and I want a proper breath of fresh air.’
Dinner was ready in the dining room—a romantic candlelight affair.
William Quinn, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for her. Once she was seated, he sat down opposite her.
White candles were lit on the table, which was set with an exquisite Western meal.
William Quinn picked up his wine glass and raised it slightly, his blue eyes smiling as he looked at her. "Baby, you look so beautiful today."
Iris Yates frowned at the white candles and said bluntly, "Where I come from, we only light candles like these for the dead. Are you in a hurry to die?"
At her words, William Quinn’s expression darkened.
"Someone!"
A servant immediately stepped forward, head bowed, looking exceptionally timid and afraid.
"Take the candles away."
William Quinn said in a grim voice.
"Heh. So you’re afraid of death after all," Iris Yates mocked mercilessly.
But William Quinn simply said, "I don’t want *you* to die."
His blue eyes stared at her, tracing every feature as if trying to sear her image into his very mind.
Iris Yates averted her gaze, picked up her wine, and took a sip. Then, right in front of him, she spat it out. "BLECH! What is this stuff? It’s disgusting."
William Quinn stopped swirling the wine in his glass. "Then what would my baby like to drink?" he asked.
"I want milk tea."
Iris Yates set down her wine glass. ’Since he’s asking, I won’t be polite.’
’He’s been tormenting me for so long. It’s my turn to give him a little trouble.’
"Alright. I’ll have someone make it." William Quinn smiled. He was thrilled that she was actually asking for something!