Chapter 7 What Happens To Me

Seven times?

Was that the number of times they had sex?

Edmund's composure was slipping.

"Kathy, didn't you say you didn't like him?"

"Yes, I used to think he was so annoying..." Kathryn replied meekly, pretending to be shy. "But he confessed his love to me last night. He said he loved me with all his heart and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Edmund, I think I was quick to judge and misunderstood him. To be honest, I think Willard is a good man."

Unable to suppress his anger anymore, Edmund interrupted her and snapped harshly, "What about me? Did you even think about me?"

With a complicated look on his face, Edmund continued, "Kathy, how can you be in love with him? If you are in love with him, then what happens to me?"

"Edmund, what on earth are you talking about?"

Kathryn frowned and said gloomily, "Willard is my husband. We are legally married. Isn't it natural for me to fall in love with him? I've finally found the one I love. If you really care about me, you should be happy for me!"

Happy for her? Edmund gritted his teeth in frustration.

"Kathy, I..."

"It's getting late. I have to get home to cook Willard some dinner!"

Kathryn got out of her car, unloaded her shopping, and entered the house.

At first, Edmund couldn't bring himself to believe what Kathryn said.

But when he recognized the logo on the shopping bags she was carrying, he was overcome with rage.

It was a well-known underwear brand, particularly popular for its lines of sexy lingerie. Were Kathryn and Willard already that wild in bed?

As Edmund pondered over this, his phone rang. It was Caylee calling him.

She asked him anxiously, "Edmund, have you seen Kathryn?"

"This is all your fault!" Edmund directed his fury on her. "Kathryn and Willard have slept together! They're a happy couple now!"

How could he have indirectly helped Willard because of Caylee's bad idea?!

When Caylee heard what Edmund said, she felt like she had been struck by lightning.

"Caylee, I don't care what you do, I must marry Kathryn, or I'll make sure you'll regret it!"

Kathryn asked Norah to prepare a romantic candlelight dinner. After everything was prepared, she let Norah off early.

Then she went to the bedroom and changed into one of the sets of sexy underwear she had bought earlier in the afternoon.

She believed that there was no way Willard wouldn't be captivated by her!

In the Ellsworth Group's CEO's office, Marcus, the secretary, walked in with a cup of coffee he had made and dutifully placed it on the desk.

Willard sat on the large chair and gazed out of the window, lost in thought.

Despite working with Willard for more than seven years, Marcus still couldn't guess what was on his mind right now.

Marcus said tentatively, "Mr. Ellsworth, it's getting late. Perhaps you should be getting home by now."

Home?

Kathryn's suggestion earlier in the day flashed in Willard's mind, along with her face.

He felt hesitant.

But when he thought about Kathryn, he stood up.

"Fine. I'm heading back."

Just as soon as he stood up, there was a knock on the door.

He saw Caylee standing at the door of the office and was surprised.

Marcus asked politely, "Miss Ramsey, what brings you here?"

"Willard, are you free right now? I need to talk to you about something." Caylee glanced at Willard and added quickly, "It's about Kathy."

At the mention of Kathryn, Willard's interest was piqued, and he finally asked, "What is it?"

"Kathy was spoiled by her father since her childhood. She didn't mean to do that yesterday. Please don't get Kathy wrong, Willard. She's not an easy girl. But she grew up with Edmund and still has a special connection with him..."

Caylee was putting in a good word for Kathryn on a surface level, but her words were incriminating.

Willard's stern expression didn't change, but his eyes darkened. Of course, he realized what Caylee was implying.

"Willard..."

"Thank you for coming to explain for her." Willard looked at Caylee icily. His face became gloomier, and his tone was emotionless. "But Kathryn is my wife. I don't need an outsider's advice."

Caylee was shocked. She didn't expect this kind of reaction from Willard.

Willard's tone only became more frigid as he commanded, "Marcus, see our guest out!"

After that, he took his leave and left the office first.

In the Ellsworth family's house, Kathryn was peacefully sitting on the open-air terrace on the second floor.

The garden villa they resided in was the wedding house Willard specially prepared.

The house's decor was in a simple Victorian style, which was Kathryn's favorite. The villa had two floors and covered an area of one thousand square meters.

The terrace on the second floor had also been luxuriously decorated.

She had an amazing view from the terrace and she could see the river not too far away.

Kathryn cupped her chin, lost in thought. She recalled her previous life.

Back then, Willard never once said he loved her, yet his actions were enough to show his care and affection for her.

If he didn't love her so much, then he wouldn't have spent so much of his time and energy on her.

But she had been too foolish to notice.

Kathryn checked her watch to see that it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Willard hadn't come back home yet.

She pulled out her phone and sent him a message. "Honey, when will you be back?"

When Willard arrived downstairs, he received the message and read it.

Willard couldn't help but gulp. He gazed up at the second floor with mixed emotions.

What the hell was she trying to do?!

He made his way to the terrace, walking quickly.

Kathryn saw him as soon as he entered.

She looked up and gave him a bright smile. "Honey, welcome back."

Willard narrowed his eyes at the sight of Kathryn.

She was wearing a fiery, crimson halter dress. The plunging V-neck line accentuated her plump breasts and slender waist, making her look more sexy than usual. She looked gorgeous tonight!

Willard couldn't say a word.

His Adam's apple bobbed and his long legs stiffened.

Kathryn was very satisfied with Willard's reaction.

She blinked at him innocently and said, "Come, sit down. The steak's getting cold."

Willard looked at her up and down for a moment. Then he walked toward her.

Suddenly, he took off his suit jacket and placed it on her shoulders.

Then he coughed awkwardly.

"It's quite windy today. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Kathryn was rendered speechless. Was it possible for a man to be this oblivious to a sense of romance?

No wonder he couldn't win her favor in her previous life!

"I'm not cold." Kathryn shrugged off the suit jacket and put it aside decisively. Then she exclaimed, "I'm hungry. Don't try to convince me. Let's eat!"

But now it was Willard's turn to be silent.

He glanced at the open-air terrace, where the curtains hollowed softly in the breeze. Obviously, it was decorated beautifully. Then he fixed his eyes on the table.

Western food, red wine, lit candles, fresh roses...

Even though Willard had no sense of romance, he managed to realize something. He paused for a second and then inquired, "Did you prepare this specially?"