Domineering Love

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Cherish Turner stared blankly at the key, feeling she shouldn’t accept, and pushed it back into William Griffith’s hand, saying, “This is your home, and this key, I can’t accept it.”

“Just take it and stop talking nonsense!” William Griffith was always resolute in what he said, and his domineering personality didn’t allow Cherish Turner to refuse.

Cherish Turner stared at the key in her hand, and somehow, she felt William Griffith had given her his heart.

“Actually, I don’t care at all about what Daniel Peacock said. Even if I’m a substitute, I can understand, after all, she is Lewis’s mother,” Cherish Turner said with a smile, a hint of bitterness in her laughter.

William Griffith was about to start the bathwater for her. He couldn’t trust her to do it herself in this state, worried she would catch a cold later.

“Who says you’re a substitute? You believe what that scumbag says? And Cherish, do you have any safety awareness, staying in a hotel with a man in the middle of the night? What were you thinking?”

As he spoke, William Griffith poked Cherish Turner’s head, scolding her like a child.

“I didn’t want to go, but the bartender called me. I initially thought it was Er Xi, so I went, but I didn’t expect to meet him,” Cherish Turner said, scratching her head, not daring to look at William Griffith.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“My phone fell in the bathtub, and I couldn’t make calls. I was also wondering why. I didn’t intend to go there, and I even lost a phone, which is bad luck enough. So, can you stop blaming me, please?” Cherish Turner clasped her hands together, begging for mercy, looking incredibly adorable.

But this adorable girl had Daniel Peacock’s kiss mark on her neck.

He felt like he wanted to kill Daniel Peacock!

Boss, what are you getting at?

“Sit still and don’t move.” William Griffith’s voice was slightly hoarse.

Cherish Turner obediently followed his instruction and didn’t dare to move.

As William Griffith’s fingertip traced over the kiss mark on Cherish’s neck, he paused on her bathrobe, glanced at her, and began to unfasten it decisively.

“William Griffith!” Cherish Turner’s hands clenched tight, her gaze like a doe’s, piercing William Griffith’s heart.