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You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 203

“Why you can’t marry me, Bill?” Trishia was sobbing disheartened by the fact that Bill was not seeing her as a woman that could also be his wife only a woman who he owed for saving his mom and his son.

“I have already a wife Trishia,” Bill answered firmed like he was correcting her words.

“I know that your marriage with her is not real. You just married her for your parents. What is the difference if you will marry me to save me?” Trishia had no plan on accepting Bill’s answer. She was very devastated.

“I have a son, Trishia,” Bill answered plainly.

“’ I can also give you a son Bill,” Trishia answered shouting.

Bill didn’t answer. He seemed tired of answering her frustrations.

“Look Bill, I was there when your downtimes. I never left you. I was there when you lost your father because of that woman. I was there when you mourned. I was there with your mom. I was there with your family more than my own family. All I wanted to be is to be part of your family. How could you not appreciate me in your life? You are just like my dad!” Trishia hugged her knees on the ground while crying so loud. She knew in Bill’s eyes, she looked very pitiful right now.

“Shhh…” Bill wiped Trishia’s tears. She was delighted secretly as her acting worked. She held Bill’s hands on her face.

“Bill, please marry me.” She begged like a lost puppy in the rain with her tears rolling down uncontrollably.

Bill looked at Trishia’s beautiful face. “I can’t.” He answered her again with the same refusal.

Loaded with tears, Trishia tried to hug Bill but he gripped her shoulders.

He looked at Trishia seriously.

“I don’t want to hurt you Trishia,” Bill spoke. “I appreciated you saved my mother before and my son that’s why I wanted to help you and your mother. That’s the only help I can give you in return for risking your life to my family.” Bill spoke seriously.

He wanted to put an end to Trishia’s demands.

“Then, why Arabella, Bill?” Trishia was dying to know. “Why did you give her a son?” She added saddened by the slap of reality.

Bill looked at her. His expression was cold like he already wanted to stop the conversation.

“Do you love her?” Trishia just didn’t know when to stop.

Just when Bill was going to answer, they heard knocks on the door. Bill left her and opened the door. The waiters gave him glasses of wine but they didn't order. From there, he already deciphered that there was a trick in the liquors before Arabella came.

Meanwhile, Arabella and Bill were left inside the room.

“Drink it for me,” Bill uttered.

Arabella looked at Bill hatefully. She wanted to find in him some gentleness as she couldn’t believe what he said.

She rushed inside partly to save him but he returned her arrogance.

What an ungrateful man!

Bill looked at her.

Their eyes met. Arabella’s eyes were scorching with anger while Bill was just deep and emotionless.

No one wanted to abandon each other’s eyes until Arabella smiled.

She took the glass of wine and spun it slowly to blend it well.

“As you wish my husband.” Arabella lifted the glass to her mouth and looked at Bill with a smile.

Bill was stunned as he didn’t expect a stubborn girl to comply.

Just when he thought Arabella would drink it, Arabella splashed the wine unto him.

She smiled successfully looking at the man who was drenched with the red wine in front of her.

Though the wine was all over him, his handsomeness didn’t lessen a bit and she hated him for that.

He was even hotter having the red liquid crossed over his nose down to his lips.

“Serves you right my jerk husband!” Arabella complimented hatefully putting down the glass and was about to walk away but Bill was fast to grab her wrist.

“Who said you can escape from me after what you did?” Bill spoke. She could feel his anger but at the same, he was teasing her.

“Let me go,” Arabella shouted. It was not right. Bill’s temper was not good. He could kill her right now and at that moment.

She knew his punishment is fatal because of what she had done to him.

She could bet that she was the first one who did that to him.

Arabella struggled from his grip. “What are you going to do to me?”

Bill looked at her. His eyes were killers.

“Your punishment is severe.” He announced with a deep serious voice. After hearing him, Arabella trembled. She could see herself being fed to the sharks and wild animals. She could even imagine herself being hanged and even being shot dead by him. She knew Bill Sky was capable of everything. He killed her father so he could also ask his men to kill her or he could do it by himself. Thinking about these, her breathing stopped and she felt her heartbeat also stop.

Bill lifted her chin to face him. “I’m pretty sure by this time you are very eager to know what’s your punishment.” He was calm now but his expression was carrying danger at any time.

Arabella looked at her with eyes flickering in nervousness and fear.

“If you think I will say sorry to you, don’t waste your time my dear husband. I didn’t regret it. I will do it more in the future.” She regretted that she had said that but it was too late she could not just stand with his arrogance.

“I’m not interested in sorry my wife. That’s just not me.” Bill’s eyes were scolding her. “Don’t trouble yourself with those worthless thoughts of yours. All you have to do is to accept your fate.” Bill said in a stern tone.

So, the fate he was talking about is her punishment.

Arabella struggled from his domineering grip but Bill was not letting her go. He smiled provokingly as he was telling her to stop struggling as she had no way to go.

“What do you want?” Arabella was losing her temper after she couldn’t get to escape after several struggles. “You want to punish me here? Then kill me now!” She challenged him.

If that is her fate then let it be done.

Bill chuckled like he heard the funniest speech all his life which made her more pissed.

“Killing you is the lightest punishment,” Bill announced with full of sarcasm.

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