NovelAppChapter 370 He Comes Her Emelle got out of bed in the afternoon. After William's relentless behavior, it was dark again.
The suite was actually quite nice, with no taller buildings in front of it. From the large window, one could see the moon quietly rising into the sky.
Emelie was wrapped in a blanket. She was half asleep.
William was now dressed. He knelt on one knee by the bed, trying to pull her up. Emelie thought he wanted to have sex again. She whimpered and burrowed under the blanket, regretting their earlier discussion about their relationship status.
He was persistent. He forced her to promise never to accuse him of having other women again or talk about breaking up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen she begged him to stop, he continued. He reminded her, "Didn't you doubt that I hadn't had sex for a long time?" It wasn't that she doubted him. She just didn't understand his relationship with Daphne. But if she asked, he would bring up their status again, questioning if she wanted to be his girlfriend.
When she remained silent, he continued, creating a vicious cycle.
Seeing her shrink under the blanket, William smirked and pulled it down a bit. She would then shrink further down. He pulled it down again, and she moved again.
William leaned in. "Sweetie, the New Year's festival is lively. Let's go see it." Emelie was sore and exhausted. She just wanted to sleep. "No, I don't want to go." "Do you plan to spend New Year in bed?" Emelie realized that his statement implied if she didn't get up, they would end up spending the entire New Year's Day in bed She immediately emerged from the blanket. "No, no, no, let's go out. Now!" William feigned concem. "Don't force yourself. I'm not stopping you from sleeping." Emelie was genuinely afraid of him now. She hastily grabbed her bathrobe and put it on.
As she got out of bed, her legs wobbled. "It's fine. I want to go out." After that, she rushed into the bathroom. Watching her hurried retreat, William couldn't help but laugh.
While Emelie was still drowsy, William had clothes delivered for her.
Emelle pulled out the clothes and put them on. In the bag, there was also a scarf. William took and wrapped around her.
Standing face to face, Emelie could only reach William's chin and had to tilt her head slightly to see his eyes. His eyes usually distant and unreadable, softened a bit as he looked down at her.
After fixing her hair, he took her hand, and they headed out together.
On New Year's Day, the streets were brightly decorated and exceptionally lively. They decided not to drive, and William led her along the bustling sidewalks.
Soon enough, they got lost, William had a terrible sense of direction. Emelie remembered the last the took her to a private dining restaurant and they ended up on a muddy path in the rain, getting their shoes and pants dirty. She had to use the GPS to find the place.
They eventually found their destination. It was Lincoln Comedy Club. It was a classic setup with a pot of Earl Grey tea, a plate of pistachio, and spastries. Since they hadn't had dinner, they also ordered a few dishes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe performance at Beauville featured a guitar and a violin, with two performers working seamlessly together. They delivered their lines in Nukilan which had many similarities to the local Caprebatt City accent. It made it easily understandable.
The performance on stage was a light comedy, and Emelie found herself laughing multiple times William looked at her. Then, he gestured for a steward to cover. "Sir, how can I help you?" William asked, "Are you more about serving drinks or sending flower bouquets?"
The steward quickly responded, "Sir, if you'd like to tip the performers, we offer flower bouquets. The minimum is 88 dollars, and the maximum is 1888 dollars." William didn't even lookup. "Give them ten of the highest." The steward was stunned for a moment, as was Emelie. The steward quickly nodded and brought over a slip for him to sign, and william paid with his card on the spot.
Emelle couldn't help but ask, "Why so many?"
The tickets only cost a few dollars.
Typically, tipping with one or two om flower bouquets was considered generous. Ten large flower bouquets at once were probably the biggest tip in the comedy club's history."
Indeed, it was. The club owner personally brought them a fruit platter. After the performance, the two comedians on stage bowed deeply in their direction and thanked thein William's only response was a nonchalant, “If they can make you laugh, it's worth it."
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