The 'Defective' Billionaire and His Relentless Appetite for Me-Chapter 195 Fulfilling the Promise

Thinking of this, Clara Bennett couldn’t help but furrow her brows, feeling an unprecedented pressure starting to weigh on her.

At this point, Clara felt that she couldn’t afford to act as whimsically as she did before.

Although the days spent with William Foster recently were comfortable and, in a rare way, relaxing, she understood as an adult, especially as a professional woman.

She was keenly aware of her responsibilities and obligations and knew that the current situation did not allow for further delays.

At this moment, she seemed to have made some kind of decision to change the status quo.

Putting down the empty bowl in her hands, Clara was just about to turn around and tell William, who was still busy in the kitchen, about her plans.

But at that very instant, William suddenly embraced her from behind, gently resting his head on her shoulder, and with a warm and slightly husky voice, he softly whispered in her ear, "Darling, it’s really hard for you. My sweet bride, do you know? I’ve actually prepared a gift for you a long time ago."

His voice was gentle yet firm, as if trying to express all his gratitude.

His sudden words shocked Clara out of her thoughts, and she paused, "What? You want to give me a gift? Why did you suddenly think of surprising me?"

She looked at the man before her with confusion, her eyes full of puzzlement, and a hint of anticipation.

She had never imagined that this usually serious and calm, sometimes even a bit cold man would remember to prepare a gift for her.

The unexpected change left her feeling a bit caught off guard.

"Because I’m particularly grateful that you could set aside everything today, specifically come and keep me company, and take care of me."

As William held her tightly, he continued to speak closely to her, expressing his true feelings. His low, gentle words were like a breeze brushing her heart, soothing her greatly.

This sincerity greatly comforted Clara’s heart.

Hearing this, Clara felt her cheeks flush slightly, and her heartbeat unconsciously sped up a bit. The feeling of happiness from being cared for arose.

"Actually, it’s just my duty to do so, don’t take it too deeply to heart."

Despite saying that, she was deeply moved by William’s genuine attitude.

At this moment, emotions mixed within her heart, blending both touched feelings and puzzlement.

William revealed a faint smile and continued, "To you, it may just be fulfilling the promise you made to me before, but to me, it means a lot. No one in my life has been able to care for me so attentively as you do, even remembering my preferences..."

As he spoke, there was a touch of melancholy in his tone.

The melancholy touched Clara’s heartstrings, making her want to understand more of his feelings involuntarily.

After hearing this, Clara’s heart trembled, and she felt an inexplicable fear arising.

She was afraid that behind this seemingly strong exterior, he might possess an emotional dependence that surpassed ordinary friendship or partnership.

This complex emotion plunged Clara into deep thought, leaving her uncertain about the future.

She bit her lip, feeling hesitant within, understanding that she shouldn’t disrupt the beautiful atmosphere, but still couldn’t help but speak up, "William, you haven’t forgotten, we are only—"

"Shh."

William extended an arm, placing his long fingers lightly on her lips, gently interrupting her words.

He spoke with a hint of plea in his tone, "I remember, but can we not talk about this now? Let’s simply enjoy this moment."

Clara hesitated, looked into his steadfast and sincere eyes, feeling conflicted, but eventually nodded.

Indeed, it wasn’t the right time to discuss these issues.

William slowly released his hand, revealing a warm smile while gently nudging her, saying softly, "Go and see what I’ve prepared for you; you’ll love it."

Clara nodded and got up, walking towards the door.

She slowly walked out of the room and gently opened the door.

The hallway was somewhat dim, with only a few lovely white roses and warm floor lights emitting a soft glow, illuminating the path downstairs.

Ordinarily, William would prefer using the elevator to move between floors, but this time he guided Clara to take the stairs.

Somehow, the stair railings had been wrapped with gentle lighting and beautiful white roses, adorned with various kinds of gold and silver jewelry.

The intricate jewelry gleamed under the lighting, catching her eye.

The long staircase was lined with all kinds of jewelry, like a dazzling star-lit pathway, inspiring joy and delight.

As Clara stepped downstairs, the lights in the hall suddenly illuminated, revealing the room filled with the latest styles of clothes, bags, shoes, and various high-fashion dresses, dazzling and overwhelming.

At this moment, William sat in a wheelchair on the second floor, with an expectant gleam in his eyes, hopefully asking Clara, "Do you like these? They were meticulously prepared for you."

Clara turned to look at him, speaking with a hint of helplessness but full of gratitude, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I’m actually not too concerned about these things. What I care more about is the feelings between us and the time we spend together."

William gently sighed and responded, "I know you’re not concerned about these material things, but now the situation is different; your identity has changed. As Madam Foster, you need something to match this new identity."

Clara lowered her head in contemplation for a moment, then looked up at him, a determined glance flashing in her eyes, "Are you saying that because I became Madam Foster, I need these things to maintain appearances?"

Thinking of this, Clara felt anger rise within her.

She truly didn’t want to become someone’s accessory, especially not because of getting married and having to comply with the other’s wishes completely.

The kind of life where there’s no self and complete dependency, she had endured enough of in her previous life.

William saw through her thoughts, smiled lightly, and then explained, "I’m not doing it for appearances. You are an artist now, and these clothes will come in handy whether attending shows or taking part in various events."

Upon hearing this, Clara was stunned, never having expected such a considerate explanation.

Gradually, as she realized William was genuinely considering her practical needs with such care, a wave of guilt washed over her heart.

Turns out, William had truly prepared so much for her, and every single thing was executed with great thoughtfulness.