Chapter 6 Caught up in the game of feelings

Fiona stood right in front of William, who was looking at her with a flat expression. She bent slightly to align herself with William, who was sitting in his wheelchair, while playing with the red tie he wore.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked softly.

Silence. No answer escaped William’s lips. He simply observed Fiona’s every move.

With a gentle touch, Fiona ran her hand over William's black suit, her fingers stopping to point directly at where his heartbeat was.

“William, do you remember what I said yesterday? If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you again: you have no right to forbid anything I do because I don’t like being told what to do, not even by my husband. Especially since our marriage—” Fiona didn’t finish her sentence as William abruptly cut her off.

“You don’t need to bring that up again! I’m not interested in your affairs at all,” William interrupted coldly, his eyes staring blankly in another direction.

Fiona paused for a moment, swallowing hard. “Oh, fine! Have you had dinner yet? How about we have dinner together? I’ll cook a few dishes for you,” she whispered in a teasing tone.

William remained unresponsive, his gaze refusing to meet Fiona’s.

Feeling utterly ignored, Fiona stood upright, smoothing her hair with exaggerated movements, intentionally exposing her long neck.

“You know, there are plenty of men out there who would do anything to get my attention or taste the delicious food I make,” she said flirtatiously, hoping to provoke a reaction from William.

Fiona leaned closer again, this time her hands playing with the collar of William’s suit, her delicate fingers seemingly dancing along the fabric. “You’re so stiff, William. Can’t we just have dinner together? Like a real married couple or newlyweds?”

William took a deep breath without replying to Fiona’s words.

Fiona smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, come on, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teased. But William showed no interest in anything Fiona said.

Feeling frustrated from being constantly ignored, Fiona pouted in annoyance.

As she was about to turn to leave, William suddenly grabbed her waist, causing her to lose her balance. Fiona fell onto William’s lap, seated on the wheelchair with him.

“What are you doing?!” Fiona exclaimed, trying to control her emotions and surprise.

William leaned closer, his lips near Fiona’s ear, and whispered coldly, “Fiona, you’ve managed to make me want to try your cooking! But you failed to impress me.”

Fiona froze, her face paling momentarily before she replaced her expression with a sly smile. “Alright, William. Maybe I’ll find another way to impress you,” she said, trying to maintain her composure.

“Try all you want, Fiona. I’ll never be interested in your games,” William whispered directly into her ear.

He released his grip on Fiona’s waist roughly.

Fiona quickly stood up, adjusting her clothes, ignoring William’s words.

“William, I’ll go change my clothes first before serving you,” Fiona said without waiting for a response from her husband. She walked toward her room, her slow steps deliberately provocative to further irritate William.

After changing, Fiona went to the kitchen, her hair casually tied up in a messy bun, with loose strands framing her face. She truly prepared dinner for the two of them, without any help. She cooked alone with great enthusiasm, skillfully chopping vegetables.

For Fiona, cooking was nothing new. She had been accustomed to it since her time with her mother.

From a distance, William saw a sight he had never seen before. An unusual feeling stirred within him as he watched Fiona cook. Her face looked more beautiful, and her focus on cooking was starkly different from the Fiona he knew.

“Done!” Fiona murmured as she approached the dining table.

William had been waiting for her for several minutes. He stared at the appetizing dishes on the table.

“Eat this,” Fiona said, handing him a small bowl of soup she had intentionally oversalted.

Fiona had planned to prank William. However, she was shocked when William continued sipping the soup without saying a word. His face showed no expression whatsoever, which made Fiona a bit uneasy.

“William, stop it!” Fiona pleaded, her tone panicked. But William persisted.

Growing more anxious, Fiona took the bowl of soup away from William’s hands.

“Are you crazy? This is way too salty; it’s bad for your health,” Fiona scolded firmly.

William gave a faint smile—so faint it was barely visible—as he looked at Fiona without saying a word.

Fiona paused for a moment, then placed the bowl back on the table. She had intended to prank William but ended up worrying herself instead.

“Don’t ever do something so foolish again,” she said, trying to hide her concern behind her stern tone. Her face turned into a pout as she felt defeated in her attempt to prank William, who didn’t seem bothered at all.

“I wasn’t the one doing something foolish, but—” William began, but Fiona quickly cut him off.

“Yes, I know it was my fault. Sorry!” Fiona said softly. William merely nodded.

Fiona sighed and then sat beside William. “Now let’s eat properly,” she said, handing him a plate of food she had prepared.

The two of them began their dinner in a calmer atmosphere.

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An hour after finishing dinner, Fiona walked confidently past William, who was engrossed in a discussion about work with his assistant, Max.

Just a few steps past William, she turned around and flashed a sly smile at him, catching his gaze unintentionally.

"I'm going out tonight. Don’t wait for me," she said casually.

William let out a long sigh, his cold eyes fixed on her.

"Do whatever you want. I don’t care," he replied flatly, his tone reflecting his indifference.

Fiona smiled with satisfaction, pleased with his reaction. She turned back around and walked out, intentionally closing the door loudly to emphasize her departure.

As soon as Fiona left, William gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, trying to suppress the anger brewing within him.

Max noticed William’s reaction and cautiously asked, “Should we follow her?”

“There’s no need!” William replied sharply.

Outside the room, Fiona paused for a moment, catching her reflection in a large mirror in the hallway. She adjusted her slightly messy hair, a faint smile forming on her lips.

In this way, she could maintain control over herself without getting caught up in emotions—and it would bring her closer to her ultimate goal.

Fiona took a deep breath, lifted her chin, and continued her steps out of the house.

That night, she planned to enjoy herself by watching an illegal street race, typically held after the roads became quiet.

For Fiona, watching races and roaming the night had always been a habit back when she lived in Italy.