A Moment in Destiny
Chapter 81 His True Colours

"There is food in the refrigerator in kitchen!" he said, and then he stood up and walked towards the French window, looking at the dark night outside. It was very cold in the hills in late autumn, there being mist over the window.

Sherry eyed him suspiciously and she suddenly felt so familiar to this figure. It looked like William Rowland, but they sounded differently. She shook her head to get rid of her silly thought. She felt weird that William Rowland had occupied her mind recently and she should think of him again because the man in front of her. What a heck!

She put her bag on the sofa and asked softly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever!" not picky, but he sounded very tired.

When she walked to the kitchen on the first floor, she turned back, unsurely, but finally opened her mouth, "Sir, I'll check with you again that you said I can stay with my child, does it mean that I could tell him I'm his mommy?"

Still standing in front of the French window, he turned back and answered, "Yes!"

Her heart was beating wildly with that. How could it be possible? He said she may tell her son that she was his mother? Such ecstasy came over her that she nearly can't control it for a moment, a radiant smile taking place of the uneasiness on her small face. "I'll cook right now!"

William watched her back as she walked into the kitchen, and he took a drag on his cigarette, wondering in what way he should take off his mask and how she would react if he did it.

He had never been so worried about a thing, but this moment, worries clouded him.

"Sir, why don't you have a cup of coffee first before dinner?" Sherry saw there was newly bought coffee beans in the kitchen, so she made a cup and served it on the coffee table, "The dinner will be ready soon!"

The hope in her heart brought her a light mood. In a short while, she cooked four dishes and one soup and took them on the dining table. "Sir, it's time to eat!"

Though there was not much passion in her voice, apparently, she sounded friendlier. William still can't let go of his worries.

Looking at her little face, he frowned slightly, without her noticing it. "Good! Please sit down!"

He strode over, put out the cigarette in the ashtray and went to wash his hands, twice-he didn't forget it. Sherry observed the way he washed his hands at the kitchen sink, and again she felt so familiar to this scene.

"You.....?" she asked in a trance, "Do I know you?"

He stiffened and said other things, "Maybe you can consider sleeping in the guest room upstairs tonight!" Then he stood up and went upstairs.

She had thought he wouldn't let her go easily, after all, they spent their time on the bed at their first meeting, but he seemed to have no interest in her tonight.

She watched his back, sunk in thought.

He said she had time to think. His gentle tone made him sound very considerate.

Sherry did the dishes and put them in the cupboard before she took her bag up to the second floor. She went to the guest room.

The whole villa fell into silence.

She was not sleepy, but she kept thinking that, did she really have to be the mistress of this man wearing a fox mask?

Should her life be like this? --living in the dark, centering around him whole life even there was no love between them. Is it their fate? But what a fate! Sherry smiled bitterly in self-mockery.

She flipped her phone in the hand subconsciously, but she accidentally made a call to William. At this moment, a musical ringing was suddenly heard in the house. Her brain buzzed and she wondered how could that happen?

She hung up immediately and the ringing sound stopped abruptly.

In the next room, William picked up his phone and surprisingly saw a call from Sherry. At this moment, he had taken off his mask.

Sherry called again, and the ringing sound was also heard again.

Her heart beat wildly, as if it were going to pump out. Holding her phone, she got up quickly and ran towards that sound, but as soon as she got to his room door, the sound stopped. She took a look at her phone and found it was rejected.

She can't think too much, took a deep breath, and pushed his door open vigorously without knocking.

The time seemed to be frozen in silence at that moment, and her heart beat highly. She fell her sight on the tall figure standing near the window, who was holding a phone, without a mask on his face. He heard noise and turned around slowly, although he heard it when the phone rang.

She fixed her sight on his face, with her brain buzzing, "It's you......"

How could it be William Rowland?

Sherry couldn't believe her eyes. Shock, dumbness and the feeling of being cheated came over her gradually......

He felt relieved, "Yes! It's me!"

How could that happen?

Her heart sank little by little as they looked at each other.

It was so quiet that even their breathing sound was heard clearly. She watched him resentfully, "Is it fun to make me a fool?"

She blushed with shame and annoyance, crossing her hands in front of her chest to cover her snow-white body.

William's attractive sharp-featured face had magical charms. He squinted, but his beautiful long, narrow eyes were dark and deep.

He sighed. With such a beauty in front of him, his quality was tested as a gentleman, but he didn't want to be a gentleman. He reached out and touched her back, which frightened her to give a shudder. "Ah-" He took his hand back but simultaneously pulled Sherry into his arm with great strength, and then he turned around and pressed her on the bed behind.

He stared at her, who lowered her eyes and panted slightly with fear. "It's not our first time to hug, right?"

Looking at his eyes, she blushed instantly. She glared at him angrily, overwhelmed with shame and irritation. She tried to struggle out of his embrace but it was in vain, lying under William's strong chest, unable

to move.

He fixed his eyes on her, saying with his magnetic, deep and hoarse voice, "I didn't mean to do it. We should put the blame on your clothes, so easy to tear off. I had planned to leave you alone tonight, but I'm tired of being of a gentleman. I—"

"William Rowland!" Sherry shouted, "If you use me to satisfy your lust, I will never forgive you!"

He frowned, looking into her eyes deeply, "You had feelings before when we did it, didn't you? You had feelings for me. And what's the difference between one time and a thousand?" "William Rowland......" she stopped him, with her face flushing red.

"I remember you had good feelings with me in the past few nights!" he smiled evilly, teasing her in such an explicit and dirty way, "Didn't you?”

His words made Sherry's scarlet face even redder, as if going to bleed. She reached out her hand to cover his mouth, saying with a trembling voice, "You, you-you shut up!"

"Why can't I say it?" he said lightly, the beautiful lines of his mouth hooking up a teasing smile, "I like to say it—"

Feeling hurt in her heart, she lowered her head awkwardly, struggling to push him away. But he tightly confined her beneath him. She could even feel the fiery heat from him.

He glared at her and then kisses rained down on her. He locked her firmly into his arm, stopping any of her struggles.

Her struggle became weaker and weaker, and at last, she gave up, leaving him kissing her violently, stirring every one of her nerve.

How would he be William Rowland?

Although she felt a little soft in her heart, she can't help weeping when the feeling of being cheated came over her.

She can arouse his primitive desire so easily. He eagerly took off her bra and touched her soft and smooth skin. He kissed her more wildly, imprinting pieces of plum blossom on her white neck by sucking and nibbling indulgently.

Sherry suddenly felt a chill in her bosom. He had laid a kiss on her bosom when she knew what it was.

"Oh.....no-" she screamed and stopped him with hands, but he grabbed her waving hands and put them behind her back, burying his face into her plump breast.

Hot tears burned his lips. He looked up at her blankly and found she was in tears.

She turned aside, tried not to look at his charming face, but shameful tears streamed down her face. She hated herself for having no ability to resist William's "attack" and finally giving in his fierce invasion. She despised herself! Sherry bit her lips and couldn't help whimpering. "I'm not a whore. Please don't treat me like that......"

Seeing her crying, William hurriedly turned over and held her slender hand. He said nothing but only kissed her palm gently. Surprised, she tried to retract her hand out. But he said quietly, "All right, I won't touch you. I'm sorry!"

Sherry shamefully pulled the quilt in trembling to cover her body.

William helped her. He embraced her, staring at her face, seeing a clear figure of himself from her beautiful welling up eyes.

Saying nothing, he lowered his head and kept kissing her hands. After a while, he looked up at her and asked, "What's bad for being my lover?"

She was stunned. She knew that he was unmarried and he was a dream for all women in the city, but it was said that he was ruthless and he only wanted virgins.

He meant to let her be his mistress. She knew that she shouldn't dream more but after seeing his true face, she suddenly had a strong sense of dignity, "No, I won't be your mistress!"

They looked into each other. After some while, William leaned forward to her ear, "If I don't let you see Samuel, what would you say?"

His hot breath near her ear made her shiver again.

"You......you said you will let me see him!" her heart twisted when she thought of her child.

"But you've said you would be my lover! Can't you stay with me here? I don't mind you take Daniel here to live with us. But the only thing is that I can't promise you the status as my wife!" he said in a low voice. She raised her head, "Without status in the family for my whole life, so you can marry other women right? I'm only the one to warm your bed, aren't I?"

He froze and looked at her, "Does that matter so much?"

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His rhetorical question was an invisible sword deeply stabbing into her heart, making her hard to breathe.

Tears blurred her eyes, Sherry closed eyes tightly, with tears flowing full of her face.

"Sherry!" he gazed at her, feeling heartache.

Lover?!

What a heavy word!

"Mr Rowland, why do you have to let me be your lover? Do you love me?" she wouldn't sacrifice her life if there is no love between them.

He was dazed.

Sherry smiled at herself. She never expected to get love, but she also didn't want her self-respect to be trampled.

Speechless still, William hated women talking about love. His profound eyes wandered over her face, but there was no any warmth in his look, instead, it grew ice-cold. However, he raised his lips slowly, hooking up a meaningful smile.☐☐☐☐☐☐

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