Never Blinded by Love (Linda and Wilson) novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44 

Linda took a sip of milk, leaving a small milk mustache on her upper lip. 

William reached for a napkin and gently wiped it off for her. 

Linda’s heart sank. Memories of their days living together in their apartment rushed back. 

She used to wipe his mouth like that once, but he had turned away abruptly and told her it made him feel sick. She never tried again after that. 

“William, don’t you think this is pointless?” Linda felt helpless. 

“No, not at all. I’m more than happy to spend my time with my wife,” William replied, unfazed. 

“Mr. Wilson, I’m not your wife,” Linda retorted. 

“That’s only a matter of time. I believe you’ll come back to me,” William said confidently. 

“That’s impossible. It will never happen,” Linda said firmly. 

She grabbed her bag and stood up. As she walked away, William followed her without hesitation. 

As they stepped into the elevator, she didn’t bother to speak. If he enjoyed following her, so be it. 

“Mr. Wilson, when did you start enjoying being a bodyguard?” 

“I don’t, but I love being close to my wife.” 

Linda fell silent again. She was completely at a loss for how to communicate with him. 

When she got into a cab, William followed suit. Linda told the driver, “To Sycamore Lane, please.” 

“Sure thing,” the driver responded. Glancing at the good–looking pair in the back seat, the driver couldn’t help but ask, “Are you two on your honeymoon?” 

“No, I’m still trying to win her heart,” William answered before Linda’could respond. 

The driver gave William a significant glance. “Best of luck, young man. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” 

Linda simply closed her eyes. 

When they arrived at Sycamore Lane, William paid double the fare and trailed behind Linda. 

Zack’s house was located in this area of Aventis. The place was full of historical charm, with the air thick. 

with the marks of time: 

Linda searched for the house number using the picture Martin had sent her. The house numbers were so 

worn out that they were almost unreadable. Linda had trouble finding it. 

“What’s the number?” William asked. 

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568, Linda replied, squinting at the numbers. 

William took her hand and led her straight to the back, turning at the corner. He pointed to the house 

number above. “Here.” 

“How did you know it was here?” Linda asked, confused.