William Walton looked at her with a helpless expression: "Today is not the right time."
"William Walton, the problem that I should face cannot be solved by just running away. You actually understand all of this logic, so I don't want to say anything to persuade you. I only want to know the truth, is it too much?"
William Walton stood up with a displeased look on his face, "I said, not today. Not now."
He turned and left.
Rather than say he left.. it would be better to say that he chose to escape once again.
He thought that he could delay it day by day.
He didn't want her to make the same choice as him.
It was too difficult, too difficult.
As she watched him close the door, she felt a chill in her heart.
She had not expected that he would avoid her question in such a way.
Before she could react, William Walton once again pushed open the door and walked in.
Looking at him, he went to the bed and took her in his arms.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have vented my bad feelings at you. I was wrong."
A wave of sadness passed through her heart.
The aloof and lofty William Walton, when had he ever been so humble in front of others?
She raised her hand and hugged him as well.
"I don't know what happened exactly, but I can feel how much suffering you are experiencing right now. I know very well that all of your pain is coming from me. William Walton, I don't want to selfishly pretend to be deaf and mute. Actually, my heart hasn't been well these days. I know that there are some problems that I have to face sooner or later, but I don't know when this day will come. This kind of feeling really isn't pleasant. I don't want to live a life of anxiety every day. If there's a problem, why don't we face it together? "
William Walton released her.
After the two of them looked at each other for a long time, William Walton finally let out a sigh.
"I can't hide from what's coming!" he said, taking her hand.
"Come with me."
He got out of bed, picked her up, and went out again.
He personally drove her to his uncle's villa by the sea.
She looked at him in confusion as she sat in the car.
"We... Why are you here? "
William Walton looked at her without any sadness or happiness in his eyes.
Seeing his expression, she felt a bit nervous.
William Walton got off, went around to her side, and opened the car door.
Before she got out of the car, he wrapped her in clothes.
It was not even October yet, and the weather was still hot.
She resisted, saying, "Hot …"
"That's still better than getting sick from the sea breeze. Listen to me."
After all, he was thinking for her body.
When he was done, he carried her out of the car and into the villa.
Entering the courtyard, he put her down.
She raised her head to look at the still lush leaves of the tree, then looked at him puzzledly.
