NovelOnlineChapter 552 With everyone teasing her, Gwyneth could only smile shyly, relieved that none of them tried prying into whatever was or wasn't going on between her and Hawthorne. She let out a quiet sigh, grateful she didn't have to waste her breath on explanations nobody would believe anyway. As if anyone would really buy that she and Hawthorne were nothing but a walking disaster together.
After a few glasses of wine, Gwyneth felt her head start to spin. She rarely drank -her godfathers and mentors had always treated her like a precious gem, warning her about the dangers of the world. "You can be wild, you can be bold," they'd said, "but never let your guard down with alcohol. No matter how tough you think you are, it only takes one careless moment for someone to take advantage." It was only because they'd mentioned Hans was coming to pick her up that she'd allowed herself a drink. Even then, her tolerance was embarrassingly low.
She left the restroom, her steps unsteady, as though she were walking on clouds. Her head was fuzzy, and the world tilted a little as she made her way down the hall toward their booth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Gwyn?" She'd barely taken a few steps when, out of nowhere, a strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into a man's chest.
A heavy cloud of cologne hit her nose, making her eyes sting with tears. When she finally got a good look at who it was, she shoved him away immediately.
"Bill Crawford?" Of course it was him. No matter how many times she'd blocked his numbers, Bill had a way of popping up like a bad penny. Running into him here of all places- what were the odds? "You've been drinking?" Bill frowned, his gaze lingering on the rosy flush across Gwyneth's cheeks. The dim golden light only made her look more alluring.
Seeing Bill made Gwyneth tense up. The relentless calls over the past couple of weeks had left her on edge. She knew all about his reputation-Greenvale's notorious playboy, never lacking in female company. Why he'd latched onto her, of all people, was anyone's guess.
"My coworkers are waiting for me. I should get back." All she wanted was to put as much space between them as possible.
But Bill had no intention of letting her go. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her firmly into the circle of his arms. Startled, Gwyneth pressed her hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length.
It was strange. There'd been a twhen they were close-nothing as far as kissing or sleeping together, but hugs and playful touches had never bothered her before. Now, even the thought of his hands on her made her skin crawl.
Bill seemed to notice, a cold smirk curling his lips. "Letguess-you think just because Leonie hooked up with Ethan, you can set your sights on Hawthorne? That guy's practically a monk. Rum Sights has it he doesn't even like women. You'd be wasting your time." From the moment he'd spotted her, Bill's eyes hadn't left Gwyneth's face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGwyneth's voice was colder still. "We're over, Bill. Who I'm interested in now is none of your business. Maybe you should worry about your own life instead." Leonie had filled her in on all the latest gossip-Bill changing girlfriends every other week, even dating a minor celebrity at one point. Maybe he'd finally run out of new faces to chase.
"Gwyn, con, I'm serious. Stop playing games and cback to me. Why bother working yourself to death at scompany when you could have everything you want? Whatever Hawthorne's paying you, I'll triple it. Plus, I'll throw in an extra five grand a month for living expenses. What do you say?" The words were barely out of his mouth when Gwyneth slapped him, hard, across the face. His eyes darkened instantly, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "Not enough? Fine. Ten grand." The slap had sobered her up completely. She raised her hand for another, but this tBill caught her wrist midair.
"My patience isn't endless, Gwyneth. Opportunities like this don't caround every day. Don't makechange my mind."
"You're delusional, Bill. I slapped you because you're arrogant, and won't get back together with you because simply don't want you. You know? what? You're right-I do like Hawthorne. If he's not eno in women, I'll just have to change his mind.
If you really think, between you and him, I'd ever pick you... maybe take a long, hard look in the mirro£ ie's not ve that I'm not good enough for your ten grand a month. It's that I'd never want it from you. This is the end of the line, Bill."
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