Bill's attitude made Juliet think he didn't accept Mike. If that was the case, she wouldn't ride in his car.
"This kind of small matter, I can handle it! You just stand aside."
Bill believed that as a man, he could manage getting a sick child into the car by himself—there was no need for her to get involved. But Juliet interpreted this as him not accepting Mike!
Even if he didn't like Juliet and had no intention of getting involved with her, Bill thought carefully about her current status as his wife, with a verbal contract lasting another month. He might as well accommodate her for now.
Bill bent down to lift Mike into the car but struggled with the wheelchair. His family members had also used wheelchairs, but weren't they supposed to fold up automatically? Just push a button, and it should fold itself.
"I'll do it; this wheelchair is an older model and needs to be folded manually."
Seeing Bill's difficulty, Juliet took the wheelchair from him, quickly folding it up and placing it in the trunk.
Watching Bill, dressed sharply, carry Mike into the car, Juliet felt somewhat touched. As long as he didn't mind Mike, she was willing to give it a month and see how things went.
The bodyguards in the shadows were puzzled.
Mr. Bill was doing physical labor!
Though he often worked out, this was the first time he had done something like this.
With Mike and the luggage loaded into the car, Bill started driving. As Juliet was about to take a seat in the back, Bill turned his head and glared at her, "Do you really think I'm your chauffeur?"
Juliet: "…"
She just felt that since she wasn't familiar with Bill, sitting in the passenger seat would be awkward. She didn't mean to make him uncomfortable!
Just as Juliet was about to get out and take the passenger seat, Bill coldly waved his hand, "You sit there! Changing seats wastes time! I'm very busy!"
Juliet: "…" This double-standard man!
Bill maintained his cold demeanor, tinged with an inexplicable pride.
Before Juliet could express her anger, he handed Mike a bottle of juice and turned his focus back to driving.
"Thank you."
Mike managed to say two words with difficulty. Although he had a mild intellectual disability and mobility issues, he could sense when others treated him well.
Juliet also felt that Bill's attitude toward Mike was much better than his attitude toward her.
After driving for over half an hour, they finally arrived at the neighborhood where Bill lived.
It was a typical neighborhood, not rundown but not particularly fancy either. Is this what Bill meant by a rental place? Juliet thought to herself.
Bill had only recently bought this place to deceive Juliet, the vain woman. He pretended it was a rental; the building was four stories high, and he had actually purchased three floors. The shop in the middle was the tea shop he mentioned.
There was no elevator in the four-story building. Bill carried Mike on his back, while Juliet followed behind with two suitcases and the wheelchair resting on her arm, going upstairs after him.
She had been an excellent student in police academy and was in good shape, managing to ascend to the third floor in one breath.
At the door, Bill placed Mike in the wheelchair, opened the door, and while Juliet pushed Mike inside, he stood at the entrance with an aloof expression.
"This is my home. You can choose any bedroom except for the master bedroom. You can't enter my room, including the master bathroom! If you need anything, call me. If you can't find me, go to the tea shop and look for the landlord, Maha; she is my landlord."
After saying this, Bill turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Bill. You're done speaking; now it's my turn."
Juliet gestured for him to wait, pushing Mike into one of the bedrooms before stepping back out. Bill looked impatiently at his watch.
"Mr. Bill, I…"
"You have one minute; say what you need to say quickly."
Bill's attitude toward Juliet was akin to how he would treat an underperforming subordinate.
He still hadn't adapted to the role of being someone's husband.