Love Contract novel Chapter 112

'Forget it!'

Mary chose to ignore them. With the long ride ahead of them, she might as well sleep. 'They could talk all they want, ' she thought.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she snuggled herself in the backseat, leaning against the door beside her.

William drove the car while chatting with the man beside him. However, he still secretly observed the figure behind them.

It turned out he could do three things at the same time.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Frank asked.

"Well..." he trailed off as he glanced at the rearview mirror. Upon seeing the woman behind them, his gaze narrowed almost immediately and his face darkened with so much intensity.

'She's sleeping?' His fingers gripped the wheel in front of him, and his teeth gnashed together. Was she really that annoyed with him?

Did she really hate him that much? Various thoughts ran through his mind, and his grip on the wheel tightened even further. All conversations were gone from his mind. Instead, all he could do was focus on the woman at the back.

"Damn it!" he cursed furiously. Seeing that she still continued to ignore him, William slammed his foot onto the accelerator and the car sped away. It was a good thing that the highway was free of cars, else he'd be asking for a car accident.

Just as they were about to stop at the intersection, he quickly maneuvered his foot onto the brakes. The luxury car that had been running on a hundred miles per hour stopped sharply just before the pedestrian lane.

Bang!

At the stop, Mary's head slammed against the driver seat, waking her up in an instant.

"Ouch!" she hissed, clutching the side of her head. A small smile slipped into the corners of William's lips, as he leaned back comfortably on his seat.

With a frown, Frank looked at the smile at the corners of William's mouth. His fingernails dug into his palms, and he took a deep breath.

Knowing that he was doing this on purpose, Mary didn't say a word. Instead, she closed her eyes and turned the other way.

'Damn it!' William gritted his teeth, and his heart raced in his chest. His fingers twitched. A part of him was tempted to pull her out of the car just for her to look at him, to maybe even yell at him-anything to get rid of that harsh silence. Was she really that intent on not speaking to him?

They had been on such good terms when she was drunk. What changed?

The car had just passed another intersection, and William quickly slammed onto the brakes yet again. Mary gritted her teeth as her whole body was flung the other way. Her face almost hit the car door if she didn't pull herself back.

Knowing the mood William was in, she opened her eyes at the next intersection they were headed to and steadied herself. Her hand gripped the handle tightly and she straightened her back, looking ahead, as if daring him to do it again.

Instead of braking like he did the last time, his foot slammed against the gas and he turned a sharp right. Soon enough, he was already throwing his car from one lane to another, flinging her from left to right. Mary's head was spinning throughout the entire ride, and her stomach lurched threateningly.

Although the two didn't say a word, it was as if they were having their own conversation with their actions.

Frank might have looked amused with a small smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as night. At their childish interactions, his mouth tightened into a thin line.

"What do you think of curry?" he asked.

"I'm fine with that." William nodded.

"Do we have the ingredients?"

"Mary, do we have the ingredients?" William prompted, glancing at the back. It was the first time he had said a word to her throughout the entire journey. The young woman coughed awkwardly.

"I only have potatoes in the fridge," she murmured softly, rubbing the back of her neck.

'Potatoes again?' William resisted the urge to scowl. From the times that he had been with her, he had already grown used to having potatoes at every one of their meals. Mary was comfortable with only cooking them, so it was practical to have her fridge stacked with them just in case she needed to cook.

"Then, we should go and get some ingredients," Frank stated.

"Fine." Nodding, he parked the car by the supermarket near their house.

Mary stepped out of the car and turned the other way. Her arms swung to her sides as she took in the fresh cold air. "I'll be heading back first then."

"No need, we can go together." William left no room for argument as he slammed the car door shut.

She wanted to escape? To get the hell out of here? Well, she could shove it! He wasn't going to let her go anywhere. He sneered in his heart.

Clenching her fists, Mary took a deep breath. 'I shouldn't hit him, ' she reminded herself as she stomped into the supermarket.

"This chicken..." Frank murmured, staring at the poultry section.

William stood beside him as he surveyed the ingredients leisurely. Mary, on the other hand, was holding the bags of onion and carrots in her hands.

They must've been a strange sight together.

Throughout the entire shopping trip, Mary fought the urge to throw the onion to William's head. 'Does he really want to torture me like this all the time?' she thought, resisting the urge to groan as they walked down the aisles one by one. It wasn't as if she owed him anything!

When they finally got home, she thought that this was her final chance to escape. Besides, from the looks of the two men, she was nothing more than an outsider with them. She was about to walk to her bedroom, but William held her back.

"You can go slice the potatoes," he ordered coldly. Frank looked up as he placed the several bags of ingredients onto the kitchen counter. "It's no problem. I can do it myself."

"She has nothing to do anyway. Besides, if you don't let her do anything, it'll be like she's eating for free." He waved his hand dismissively. "She would feel embarrassed."