Domineering Love
Chapter 586 - 581: I Got Married

Chapter 586: Chapter 581: I Got Married

[I made changes to the text yesterday for quite some time, and the documents are too many, so it got messed up. Actually, the timeline here is two years later, and Chapter 580 had a transition deleted. This caused the confusion yesterday. I’m making a note here at the beginning that the timeline is indeed two years later. There will be explanations about the child, and slight modifications were also made to the previous text.]

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"Cherish Turner!" At this moment, William Griffith fiercely wanted to strangle her to death!

How could there be such a ruthless woman who would just leave him behind and walk away?

She disappeared without a trace, he hadn’t even noticed her departure.

Two years ago, when he sent her to the hospital, their child was clearly there. Now, where had she hidden his child?

She skillfully poured herself a glass of wine, then calmly stood up and gestured toward him with the glass in her hand. She had gained a lot of experience, so she appeared steady.

Cherish’s smile was pale, with not much emotion showing, "President Griffith, I’ll toast to you."

William Griffith touched his glass to hers lightly. He slowed down his movements but saw her tilt her head back and drain the glass. After finishing, her face was not red, and she did not gasp for breath. It seemed that her alcohol tolerance had really improved in these two years. He then lowered his head and drank the wine, not sure if it was happiness or regret.

After the dinner party, the group changed locations and went to a nightclub for entertainment.

The high-end spacious room at the nightclub was fully equipped, and several beautiful and sexy blonde women followed, their figures truly enticing. Men would itch with desire when looking at them. Cherish Turner sat quietly to the side, she had Miss Cheey, President Smith’s secretary, to chat and laugh with. Both of them appeared to be used to such scenes.

A blonde woman sat next to William Griffith, whispering and clinging to his wrist.

William whispered a sentence, the woman’s smile stiffened a little, then her expression turned slightly unhappy as she shifted away and became well-behaved. However, nobody noticed this scene. President Smith was in high spirits, intimately drinking one glass after another with the gorgeous women beside him, occasionally chatting with William Griffith, looking like he was doing a great job.

Cheey left to go to the bathroom, and Cherish held her wine glass, looking around with boredom. On one side, President Smith and a woman were playing indoor bowling, while Mr. Louis and another woman were singing. Her gaze swept over the two of them, and as she turned, she came face-to-face with another person who was also looking at her, not knowing if it was a chance or something else.

"Your alcohol tolerance has improved." After a long stalemate, William Griffith suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

She had only drunk a few glasses of champagne, but compared to the past, it was indeed much better. Cherish replied indifferently, "Yes, I practiced by drinking every day."

William’s heart tightened, easily reminded of the past by her simple sentence. It was her first time attending a business dinner, and she didn’t know how to refuse. At that time, Louis toasted her one drink after another. When driving her home, he told her that drinking a glass of red wine every day would gradually improve her tolerance.

Cherish held the wine glass by its stem with both hands, lowering her eyes and asking, "How have you been lately?"

William only looked back at her, staring at her fair and beautiful face, not answering her question. Instead, he asked after a long silence, "What do you think?"

Cherish smiled, knowing he was doing well.

"How about you?" William asked afterward, smiling just as casually.

It was now Cherish’s turn to be silent. After a moment, she looked up and said quietly, "I got married."

In an instant, something choked his throat, and her image shattered and reassembled at the bottom of his eyes.