Love Contract

Chapter 132 I Can't Find Her (Part One)

Outside the airport, orange and red leaves fluttered with the howling wind. A certain chill wrapped around the streets as the people pulled their coats closer to their bodies.

William pushed through the crowd in a hurry. His black windbreaker flew to his back, trembling under the cold wind, but his blazing eyes were enough to keep him warm. He glanced at his watch and took a deep breath.

'Mary, wait for me, please...'

He waved around for a taxi. Once the yellow car approached him, he didn't waste any time to get in as he hurriedly slammed the door behind him. "Kylin International," he ordered, his usual indifferent voice wavering as each second passed.

"You got it." The driver nodded and started the car.

"William!" Frank adeptly squeezed through the crowd surrounding the gates of the airport. However, just as he had finally walked out, he could only see a shadowy figure of a man leaving in a taxi.

"William!" he called out again, stumbling down the steps as he tried to reach the car. His breath caught up in his throat, and his other hand waved across the air. "William!"

However, it was already too late. Before he could even make it to the street, the car had already disappeared in a flash.

His screams and shouts had drawn in the attention of multiple passers-by, but the only man he wanted to hear him was already too far gone. His fingers twitched, as his knees threatened to buckle over.

"No..."

he murmured, staring at the disappearing car. He blinked back the tears in his eyes as his other hand clenched tightly into a fist.

They were almost there...

William had almost got on the plane with him...

"Sir, please, hurry up!" William shifted on his seat, growing more anxious at each car passing them. So many thoughts clouded his mind as his fingers incessantly tapped the faux leather seat. "Please, sir."

"I'm already exceeding the speed limit, young man." The driver raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "You seem to be in a hurry. Are you going to see your girlfriend?"

He froze just a bit. Was he really that obvious?

A sheepish smile slid into his lips, and it was the only answer the old man needed. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. He chuckled. "With that look in your eyes, I know I can't be wrong," he joked. "Did you just come back from another city?"

"No, I just wanted to see her." He shook his head.

"I see." The driver smiled before noticing that man had just walked into the taxi carrying nothing but a bag and his phone. "You know, it's not good to see your girlfriend without getting her anything. If you bring a gift to see her, she'd be even happier to throw herself into your arms. Just a piece of advice."

'Throw herself into my arms?'

Just the thought of Mary wrapping her arms around his waist and the warm smile that would surely brighten up her entire face made him feel warm inside. His smile widened as he stared at the

window.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Sir, do you mind stopping for a second?" he quickly said, locking his eyes on to the flower shop right beside them.

"Is there something wrong?" The driver slowly pulled over, glancing at him.

"I'll be back soon, sir. Give me a few seconds." Not giving him a chance to reply, William jumped out of the car and raced to the flower shop, dodging the people passing by him.

When he opened the door, a certain floral scent greeted him, brightening his mood in an instant. He clasped his hands together and observed the dozens of flowers that were blooming around him. "I want to buy a bunch of flowers," he said, greeting the shop assistant.

"You came to the right place." The shop assistant looked up. "How many do you want? And what flowers are you looking for exactly?"

"99 flowers, for the type..."

he trailed off, glancing at the different colors and types around him. There were so many that he couldn't even choose them himself. "Um..."

"How about the red rose? This is usually very popular among the ladies," the shop assistant suggested, motioning to the beautiful roses in display.

"No, not that," William refused almost immediately. Victor had just sent her roses, and there was no way in hell he was copying that man!

"How about champagne roses?" she suggested, pointing to the beautiful flowers in the vase. The way they reflected the light with their pink-hue made them even more dazzling. "For couples, they usually represent love and happiness. They usually go along the lines of how you'll be so lost without her, or how she's the only one that keeps you going. How without her, you're simply a lost ship without your light tower.

In other words, giving these flowers would mean that you'll only love her for many years to come.

'Love and happiness...'

His fingers grazed along the tender petals of the roses before nodding. "Wrap them up."

"Okay."

The assistant's words reminded him of his feelings for Mary.

He didn't know what had caused it. Was it the glimmer in her eyes? Or perhaps the familiar twitch of her lips? Maybe it was the sound of her laugh that sounded all too much like tinkling bells? There was just something about her presence that relaxed him. Was that happiness? Was that the 'love' they were all talking about?

"You got it, sir."

"Thank you." Regaining his composure, William paid the bill before leaving with the bouquet of flowers in his arms.

Somehow, the shop assistant's words had awakened something inside of him-a feeling that he had ignored for so long. 'I didn't know of my true feelings until now. I like you. Hell, I might even love you,' he thought in wonder.

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As he sat in the taxi, William shifted in his seat as he stared out of the window, hoping that the car would go even faster.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out his phone. As his finger was about to tap the last number of her phone, he suddenly remembered that he had smashed it before he left.

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is busy now. Please try again later," a robotic voice sounded.

His face was etched with guilt.

No matter how many times she would kick him or how many times she would punch him, he wouldn't move. In fact, he would accept them whole heartedly as long as she could find it in herself to forgive him. His heart raced in his chest as his foot tapped incessantly on the carpet.

"We're here," the driver stated, looking at the rearview mirror. "Good luck!"

"Thank you." Taking out a wad of cash from his wallet, he handed it to the driver before rushing into the building.

William glanced at the twentieth floor, and a smile bloomed into his lips at the thought of Mary being there-waiting for his arrival.

A silly grin rested on his face as he rushed into the elevator. A few seconds of waiting, he had finally reached his floor, and he quickly pushed the door open.

Crack!

With the flowers still in his hand, he called out, "Mary!

Where are you?" He couldn't hide the giddiness of his tone as he walked around the room. "I'm back! Mary?"

He walked down the corridor and searched the rooms, only to see that there was no sign of the energetic woman.

As he glanced at the bedroom door that seemed to have been kicked open by someone, his eyebrows furrowed.

Kevin told him that someone had taken Mary out of the room. Didn't she come back after that?

His frown deepened even further as he hurried back to the living room, only to see her phone still lying on the carpet. It was exactly where they had left it, and it was still scattered into tiny pieces.

Victor...

'Was he the one who had taken her?'

At the thought, he didn't waste any time as he sprinted out of the building.

'No. You can't be with Victor, Mary... I still haven't told you how much I love you. Please don't do this to me.'

Running out of Kylin International Community, William hailed another taxi and told him the address of Victor's house. Nodding, the driver slammed against the accelerator and raced down the road.

Victor was having dinner when he had arrived in his household. That was why he was surprised to see William holding a bouquet of roses in front of him.

"Where the hell is Mary?" he shouted. "Is Mary with you?"

"What?" Victor asked incredulously. "Mary isn't here. Why the hell would she be?"

"Don't you lie to me!" He grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Weren't you the one who took her out the room?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Victor pushed William from him, and he staggered backwards. "What happened? What are you talking about? Where is she?"

"So she isn't with you?" William stared at him in disbelief before pointing at his rooms. "Open those doors!"

Victor gritted his teeth in frustration, wanting nothing more than to slam that man's head against the wall. "Why don't you just tell me what happened?" he demanded.

"Open the doors first!" William repeated, glowering at him.

One glance his way, and Victor knew for a fact that William wouldn't say a word if he didn't do as he was told. With a sigh, he quickly opened the door with one of his keys.

The moment the door swung open, William came barging right in. "Mary?" he called out. "Are you here? Mary!"

"I told you that she wasn't here, didn't I?" Victor stomped behind him impatiently, crossing his arms. He had enough of the man's rudeness. "Now, what the hell happened?"

William went on to search the other rooms but Mary was nowhere to be seen.

"She really isn't here," he murmured to himself.

"Now, can you tell me what's going on?" Victor rubbed his forehead.

"She's not home. She's also not here," William continued to murmur. His hands were already shaking extensively as he struggled to stay calm. "Where could she have gone?"

"What the hell did you do to her? Have you said anything?" Glaring at him, Victor crossed his arms. Mary wouldn't have disappeared like this if something hadn't happened. "I..." William pursed his lips

and looked at Victor. All of a sudden, his eyes became sharp, as he roared, "Why did you send Mary flowers? And that text... Why did you send that text to her? You love her? ! How ridiculous!"

"What? How did you know?" Victor staggered backwards.

"I saw it!" William roared angrily, using every opportunity to step forward and corner him. He sneered. "I advise that you think twice before you even approach her the next time. If you don't know, she's my wife, not yours!"

The other man's face darkened with such intensity. "And you think she loves you?" He poked a finger onto his chest, pushing him back. "Why can't you just let her go?"

"Because I love her!"

William roared exasperatedly as the truth finally tumbled out from his lips. "I love her, okay? I love Mary!"

"You..."

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