Love Contract novel Chapter 132

Outside the airport, orange and red leaves fluttered with the howling wind. A certain chill wrapped around the streets as the people pulled their coats closer to their bodies.

William pushed through the crowd in a hurry. His black windbreaker flew to his back, trembling under the cold wind, but his blazing eyes were enough to keep him warm. He glanced at his watch and took a deep breath.

'Mary, wait for me, please...'

He waved around for a taxi. Once the yellow car approached him, he didn't waste any time to get in as he hurriedly slammed the door behind him. "Kylin International," he ordered, his usual indifferent voice wavering as each second passed.

"You got it." The driver nodded and started the car.

"William!" Frank adeptly squeezed through the crowd surrounding the gates of the airport. However, just as he had finally walked out, he could only see a shadowy figure of a man leaving in a taxi.

"William!" he called out again, stumbling down the steps as he tried to reach the car. His breath caught up in his throat, and his other hand waved across the air. "William!"

However, it was already too late. Before he could even make it to the street, the car had already disappeared in a flash.

His screams and shouts had drawn in the attention of multiple passers-by, but the only man he wanted to hear him was already too far gone. His fingers twitched, as his knees threatened to buckle over.

"No..."

he murmured, staring at the disappearing car. He blinked back the tears in his eyes as his other hand clenched tightly into a fist.

They were almost there...

William had almost got on the plane with him...

"Sir, please, hurry up!" William shifted on his seat, growing more anxious at each car passing them. So many thoughts clouded his mind as his fingers incessantly tapped the faux leather seat. "Please, sir."

"I'm already exceeding the speed limit, young man." The driver raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "You seem to be in a hurry. Are you going to see your girlfriend?"

He froze just a bit. Was he really that obvious?

A sheepish smile slid into his lips, and it was the only answer the old man needed. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. He chuckled. "With that look in your eyes, I know I can't be wrong," he joked. "Did you just come back from another city?"

"No, I just wanted to see her." He shook his head.

"I see." The driver smiled before noticing that man had just walked into the taxi carrying nothing but a bag and his phone. "You know, it's not good to see your girlfriend without getting her anything. If you bring a gift to see her, she'd be even happier to throw herself into your arms. Just a piece of advice."

'Throw herself into my arms?'

Just the thought of Mary wrapping her arms around his waist and the warm smile that would surely brighten up her entire face made him feel warm inside. His smile widened as he stared at the window.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Sir, do you mind stopping for a second?" he quickly said, locking his eyes on to the flower shop right beside them.

"Is there something wrong?" The driver slowly pulled over, glancing at him.

"I'll be back soon, sir. Give me a few seconds." Not giving him a chance to reply, William jumped out of the car and raced to the flower shop, dodging the people passing by him.

When he opened the door, a certain floral scent greeted him, brightening his mood in an instant. He clasped his hands together and observed the dozens of flowers that were blooming around him. "I want to buy a bunch of flowers," he said, greeting the shop assistant.

"You came to the right place." The shop assistant looked up. "How many do you want? And what flowers are you looking for exactly?"

"99 flowers, for the type..."

he trailed off, glancing at the different colors and types around him. There were so many that he couldn't even choose them himself. "Um..."

"How about the red rose? This is usually very popular among the ladies," the shop assistant suggested, motioning to the beautiful roses in display.

"No, not that," William refused almost immediately. Victor had just sent her roses, and there was no way in hell he was copying that man!

"How about champagne roses?" she suggested, pointing to the beautiful flowers in the vase. The way they reflected the light with their pink-hue made them even more dazzling. "For couples, they usually represent love and happiness. They usually go along the lines of how you'll be so lost without her, or how she's the only one that keeps you going. How without her, you're simply a lost ship without your light tower.

In other words, giving these flowers would mean that you'll only love her for many years to come.

'Love and happiness...'

His fingers grazed along the tender petals of the roses before nodding. "Wrap them up."

"Okay."

The assistant's words reminded him of his feelings for Mary.

He didn't know what had caused it. Was it the glimmer in her eyes? Or perhaps the familiar twitch of her lips? Maybe it was the sound of her laugh that sounded all too much like tinkling bells? There was just something about her presence that relaxed him. Was that happiness? Was that the 'love' they were all talking about?

"You got it, sir."

"Thank you." Regaining his composure, William paid the bill before leaving with the bouquet of flowers in his arms.

Somehow, the shop assistant's words had awakened something inside of him-a feeling that he had ignored for so long. 'I didn't know of my true feelings until now. I like you. Hell, I might even love you,' he thought in wonder.

'I'll marry you, for real now. You'll be my wife, and everything wouldn't matter.'

As he sat in the taxi, William shifted in his seat as he stared out of the window, hoping that the car would go even faster.