My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 601 - William’s Plea

At this time, William lay on the bed and turned his head to look at Lilia.

Seeing that the woman was deep in thought, his eyes were shining and his tone was indistinct. "Lilia, do you feel guilty?"

"Guilty?" Lilia lowered her head, blocking William from reading her expression further. She pretended to be depressed and pressed her lips. "I don't know what kind of feeling this is."

This seemingly casual conversation turned out to be weighing William's heart down.

Lilia stayed in the ward for a while, but less than ten minutes later, she politely told William to rest well before taking her leave.

"Lilia, wait a minute."

Right after she opened the door, William called out anxiously.

Lilia looked back, feeling confused but her expression remained unchanged.

She was way too calm, even if she looked depressed from the outside, she absolutely felt nothing like pressure or guilt.

William couldn't hold his composure. He fixed his gaze on her as he swallowed. "I saved you this time and I didn't ask you to pay for it, but I still hope that you can let go of the grudge between us."

"Lilia, I've apologized to you before, but our relationship is never the same again. If you want to thank me, can you be friends with me again? I don't mean to be your partner anymore, at least ... Can you remove me from your blacklist?"

Lilia listened to William's low, hoarse tone, with a grin crossing the corner of her mouth.

If she had never investigated the truth of the accident before, perhaps she'd really fall into William's crap again.

But at this moment, Lilia just felt ironic.

'William, you are too good at playing your part.'

Wasn't his intention to save her just an act?

Wasn't it because of his and Milia's conspiracy that injured her?

Lilia sighed lightly, looking neither cold nor hot. "I'll think about it, you get a good rest."

She said no more, turned around and opened the door, leaving William with her cool, graceful back.

The door that was about to close blocked his view and the gloom in William's eyes immediately vanished.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the corner of his mouth chuckled slightly, showing a hint of reluctance and anger.

'Lilia, you really are something…'

He hurt herself to save her, but until now, he hasn't gotten her attention.

Even if the comments on the Internet were of benefit to his public opinion, all of this was nothing but manipulation and chaos. If this thing goes on for too long, he will be forgotten.

At that time, all of his efforts would be in vain.

William was displeased, so he pulled out his cell phone from under his pillow, turned his head and glanced at the nurse who was still wiping the table. "Go out first."

After the nursing staff left, William called Milia, with a brief and straightforward tone he said, "You... Come to the hospital as soon as possible!"

...

Lilia walked out of the ward, raised her eyes and saw Harold standing not far away with his hands crossing in front of his chest and directing his gaze towards her.

She wanted to laugh without a smile. "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Harold looked as usual, but his tone was ridiculous. "I just thought he could still have remarkable acting skills while lying limp on the hospital bed. It's amazing."

Lilia was speechless.

She sighed silently, and as she paced back and forth, she whispered. "Better get out first, then we'll talk."

Harold looked at him and stopped in his tracks. "Don't go that way, there are a lot of journalists who came here after hearing the rumors. They are waiting to interview you. Dina went to get the car, so we better take the elevator to get down to the basement."

Avoiding the journalists, Lilia returned to the car after getting off the elevator.

While sitting down, Harold gave a cold snort. "What do you think? Don't tell me, you really believe William's bullshit."

Lilia shifted her gaze weakly, stared at the man's depressed gaze, and chuckled. "Calm down."

"How can I calm down? He's just pretending to be pathetic, this accident…"

Before his words were finished, Harold thought of something, then silenced angrily.

The accident was caused by William and Milia together.

But Harold also felt responsible for this.

Lilia smiled seeing his silence, then she joked, "Don't be annoyed, after the interview is broadcast, wait for the joy."

Harold rubbed the hair on top of his head in annoyance. He leaned back on the chair, turned his head and stared at Lilia's calm cheeks, mocking himself. "I feel like I'm getting more and more similar to trash!"

The feeling of not being needed stung his nerves.

Lilia stared at him, moved her lips, and stopped talking.

At this time, Dina slowly started the car and left the hospital. Lilia didn't want Harold to blame himself too much, so he changed the subject. "Where's next? I remember that I still seem to have three events today."

"That's right, there's a commercial shoot in the morning."

...

At the same time, the headquarters of the Genesis company...

Right after nine o'clock, a figure slowly appeared in the lobby below.

His clothes are very cool— black and white coat paired with shiny loafers, his hair is neatly combed, and the sunglasses make him look even more handsome. His appearance made him a powerful man at work.

This person is Oliver.

He was standing in the lobby, and after a phone call to Kenny, he stood quietly to one side and waited.

About three minutes, at the entrance to the elevator ahead, Kenny walked toward him with a determined stride, "Mr. Oliver, sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Oliver took off his sunglasses and smiled excitedly.

Kenny looked at him, and after thinking about it, he pointed to the cafe in front of him. "Should we go to a cafe for a chat?"

Hearing this, Oliver did not move, and the smile on his face faded slightly. "I thought you wanted to take me upstairs to discuss the details of the work."

Kenny raised his eyebrows and apologized. "I'm really sorry, the person in charge of that is on a business trip today. If you're really in a hurry, you can talk to me about your request first."

Oliver narrowed his eyes and glanced at Kenny. His attitude was very different from before.

Everyone is an elite in the workplace, and the ability to observe words and gestures has long been exercised.

Kenny tried to lie to him.

After a few seconds, Oliver discovered many possibilities. He pursed his lips and put on his sunglasses again. "Since the person in charge isn't here, then I'd better talk to young master Jean. You can take me to see him."

Kenny. Couldn't answer it.

He knew that Oliver was hard to tame, but he did not expect that the man would start acting today.

Kenny lost a little of his temper. "Excuse me, Mr. Oliver, the President is ..."

"Don't tell me he's not here, I already asked in the front lobby, and he said young master Jean was upstairs."

Oliver seemed fully prepared.

Today, he had to see Jean no matter what.