Love Contract novel Chapter 118

On the cold night, in a small hotel near the ski resort of S City, a man was sitting in front of a computer and smoking. His face was blocked by the smoke rings that puffed out of his mouth, making it difficult to see his expression.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and rang on the table.

Narrowing his eyes while flashing a wicked smile, he answered the call, "Hello? Have you received my photos, Mr. Liang?"

"Yes, I did," replied Frank in a deep voice.

"Well, what do you think? Are you satisfied?" The man took a deep drag on the cigarette and pressed its fiery end on the table.

"Yes, I'm delighted!" Staring at the picture, Frank gnashed his teeth in seethed anger.

"Then, the money..."

"I'll wire it to you now," said Frank coldly. "Continue to follow them tomorrow and give me all the details."

"Okay!" The man smiled respectfully, "I will not let you down!"

"Okay." Frank hung up the phone and shifted his full attention on the screen. He gently moved the mouse with his right hand, and the light reflected from the computer made his face turn even grimmer. Looking at each photo stimulated his nerves to the core.

In those photographs were William and Mary walking hand in hand, going on a ski, building a snowman, and even kissing as the snowflakes dropped.

'William, you don't even know how to hide your smile, huh?

What are you doing now?' Frank thought.

Then, he stood up from his chair and walked to the window. He gazed at the lights in the distance, expressionless and lonely, but nobody knew what he thought.

Meanwhile, at the ski resort in S City, the snow had stopped falling, but the extreme cold still lingered.

It was near dawn when Mary had fallen asleep, so she was only awakened by William, who was already up and dressed.

And although she wanted to get up, her stiff body, unnatural sleeping posture, and short breath betrayed her.

"I'll go out first.

I'll call you once breakfast's ready," said William in a low voice, looking at her back. "Okay." Although her voice was quite hoarse, the hint of surprise could still be extracted from her tone.

After a while, she finally got up once the breakfast was ready.

William and Mary ate their breakfast silently, with neither of them opening up a conversation. Meanwhile, on the ski field were cheers and melodious songs blasting from different areas, making the entire place lively and vibrant.

Hearing the blaring sounds, Mary gazed outside while chewing on her food. Following her gaze was William, who said unconsciously, "Today is the last day of the festival, and many ski professionals have been invited for an exhibition performance."

"Oh, alright," Mary answered, slightly nodding.

"Manager Sun may invite us to be there later."

"Okay." The woman nodded again without looking at William.

Noticing this, the latter's eyes cast a grim shadow. But even then, he chose not to say anything and just continued his meal in deafening silence.

After breakfast, Manager Sun did come and warmly invited them to watch the performance.

"Come on, hold my hand."

On the spot where Mary almost slipped yesterday, William reached out and offered his hand.

Mary took a deep breath and looked at his warm hand. She couldn't point it out, but it seemed like something had changed in just one day.

"No, thanks. I can do it." Looking up at him, Mary still flashed a grin, although sadness was flickering in her eyes.

'I can't hold your hand anymore,' she thought, turning her head away from him.

Then steadily, she began to take a step forward, leaving William stunned to his feet.

He looked at his hand that hung in mid-air while a lump seemed to have found its way in his throat.

"Mr. Lan? Why did you stop?" The manager shifted his curious eyes between the two.

Hearing that voice, William came to his senses at once and uttered, "Oh." Then, he withdrew his hand in silence and forced a smile before saying, "Nothing. Let's go."

"Okay."

The three of them walked to the VIP viewing area and watched the ski exhibition performance. As the professional skiers traversed and conducted tricks on the slopes, the cheers and jeers from the crowd blared.

Although Mary smiled from time to time, a hint of loneliness still lingered in her eyes.

At the same time, William kept gazing at her, and could sense that her mind was wandering someplace else. Because of this, the man couldn 't help feeling a tinge of pain in his heart.

Meanwhile, in A City, Frank had slumped himself on the couch in his own villa.

It was still early in the morning, and yet he was already drunk as a skank.

"Why did you do this to me?!

Why?!"

he kept muttering as he raised the bottle and took a few more sips.

"You can't be that drunk with just a bottle of vodka." A voice suddenly resounded from somewhere.

In a slight surprise, Frank opened his eyes but didn't bother to survey his surroundings. Instead, he stared at the ceiling and asked, "Who is it?"

"Ha-ha!" A burst of laughter filled the living room, and soon enough, Frank sighted a pair of black leather shoes on the tiled floor.