“What?” Arabella's eyes widened in shock.
Bill’s appearance didn’t show any hint of joking. He had a deep seriousness on his face. He was not playing anymore.
“Come on Mr. Sky! I never sleep with someone I don’t love. I’m not a prostitute.” Arabella was strongly disagreeing.
“I know. I heard that before Ms. Arabella Jones.” Bill uttered her name with emphasis.
“Okay. Since you knew. There’s no need for me to repeat myself.” This time, Arabella had to surrender to her fight. Her disguise was already busted, she no longer finds any chance to win.
“I don’t need a prostitute. I just need you.” Bill frankly said. His eyes looked at her with some sort of sadness in his eyes that she can never tell.
Bill walked back towards his car. He didn’t even spare her a glance. He didn’t care if she followed him or not.
Arabella ran to chase his big steps. She was afraid to be left there alone.
Bill got inside the car and closed it inside.
