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"I love you, William."
Alice said without thinking.
"Say it's all about me."
William continued, his nose sticking to hers. The thin lip intentionally or unintentionally drew across her lips, creating an ambiguous feel.
"All I can think of is you."
Alice stared at him and said, her eyes clear and clean, without a trace of hypocrisy.
It was because all she could think of was him that she was scared, that she didn't know what to do.
Patrick said that she was no longer the Alice of the past, he was now just an accessory of William.
But now, she really only wanted to be William's fiancee and be safe and healthy by his side, not thinking about anything else.
"Yes."
William pursed his lips in satisfaction, kissed her lips, and grinded his lips against hers. Only after that did he let her go and return to his seat.
"Mr. Cullen, Miss Brown, the pastries are here. This is the chef on the plane, Mr. John."
The stewardess came forward with the delicate cake, followed by a yellow - haired foreign man.
Alice put down the table in front of him, the flight attendant placed the things in her hands onto the table. The foreign chef stood there and introduced, "Mr. Cullen, Miss Brown, I named this cake as its high altitudes love, its ingredients are ..."
The chef introduced them one by one.
Another flight attendant walked over with something in her hands, and accidentally bumped into the chef. The chef was extremely close to Alice, so the chef crashed into her body, and leaned on her body.
"Sorry, sorry."
The chef apologized in English and then stood up. Before he could even stand properly, he was kicked to the ground by William.
"Bam!"
A loud sound echoed from the plane.
The two air stewardesses also fell together.
William stood there with his eyes lowered as he stared at the man. His face was ashen, and his eyes shone with a cold light.
Alice looked at William in a daze, she did not ignore him, the killing intent that flashed past her eyes, in that second, he had almost killed the chef.
She sat there in a daze. The three people who had fallen to the ground were the closest to her, but she didn't even dare to give them a hand.
"What's wrong?"
When Beverly heard the noise, she opened her eyes and saw the terrible scene in front of her.
William's gaze turned cold, and in the next second, his expression quickly returned to normal. He returned to his seat and said indifferently, "Nothing, they fell down accidentally. Still not going down? "
"Yes, yes."
The chef and the air stewardesses still did not understand the situation. They quickly stood up, packed up the leftovers and left.
Alice sat there, looking at the delicious cake in front of him, and already lost her appetite.
She looked at William and really wanted to ask herself how useful was it for her to indulge him like this.
Healing was the best strategy.
However, he didn't want to accept it at all. She had followed Mona's example and led him to a place where he could relax and open up his mind a little. It was useful then, but the moment someone of the opposite sex got close to her, he would be provoked.
His paranoid was like a ticking time bomb that suddenly exploded out of nowhere.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
William looked at her, his voice low and magnetic.
"Can you control it?"
She begged him in a low voice.
"Who allowed him to touch you? He's just a pervert."
William naturally understood what she meant.
It was just carelessness, not intentional.
Alice did not speak, and continued to observe him.
His face darkened, and he nodded in agreement. He reached across the table and took her hand, holding it firmly in his, and his fingers interlocked.
He enjoyed interlacing his fingers with hers.
Alice looked at his face and stared at his eyebrows. She raised her other hand, and her fingertips drew the outline of his face on his brow and in his eyes.
Beverly sat there and looked at the two of them, feeling that the scene of their deep love for each other was extremely pleasing to the eyes, she couldn't help but laugh, then closed his eyes and continued to rest.
After riding on the plane for a long time, the moment Alice returned home, she fell on the bed exhausted and almost passed out.
Then she had a dream.
In her dream, she saw William beating Patrick up, turning him into a mess of flesh and blood. Under the sunlight, the fresh blood was eye-catching, she rushed forward to pull him back, but she couldn't do so no matter how hard she tried.
William was beating him up, he was fighting with all he had as if he had gone mad.
He turned his head, the sun obscuring his face, but she knew he was grinning.
"Alice, all the other men in the world should die, and the way they look at you is always thinking, they should die, not live. You are my, you are just mine!"
Suddenly, the scene changed as Elizabeth stood in front of her, furiously staring at her, "It's you! You turned my son into this, you turned my son into a devil!"
Suddenly, the image changed again to Mary. Mary was dragged into the dark room by a few men, with her hands tightly pressed against the ground, she cried hysterically, "You're happy, you're proud! This man avenged you by taking revenge on me, aren't you happy? "Are you happy? Ah ..."
Mary was dragged by them and dragged inside, as if she was swallowed into a black hole.
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