Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

She stood up, packed the soup she had made, and went downstairs.

She walked to the drugstore at the residential area’s entrance, got some laxatives, and then took a taxi to the Waltson family Villa.

She rang the doorbell after a brief hesitation.

The servant opened the door when he noticed she had come.

She finally arrived at Wills Waltson’s villa after three minutes of walking.

“Miss Greenwich , hello,” the butler said as she approached the pavilion’s door.

She gave him a nod: “I apologize. It’s already late, and I’m still bothering you.”

“Miss Greenwich , don’t say that. We are all delighted that you have arrived.”

“Wills Waltson, where are you? What happened to him?”

“Young Master is upstairs in his study.”

She handed The Butler the heat preservation box: “Can I bother you to pour the chicken soup? I cooked this up for Wills Waltson.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll take it. You may proceed directly.”

She nodded and entered. She went upstairs and knocked on the study door.

“Please come in.”

She pulled the door open and entered. She noticed his expression… Not bad, she thought.

Wills Waltson raised his brows and stared her in the eyes. “Should I say something, rare guest?”

With a guilty conscience, she walked forward and took out a box of medicine from her bag, placing it in front of his desk.

“You must take this medication.”

Wills Waltson smiled as he looked at the medication cabinet, “You didn’t contact me yet, how do you know I’m sick?”

“Tsk … When I called Benjaming to see if he was ready for school, he answered.”

“So you called Benjeming Waltson but not me?”

She pouted, feeling even worse about herself. “Regarding that…”

She rubbed her brows together.

“What, you don’t have anything to say? Are you feeling guilty?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to contact you; I just assumed you’d come here for meals.”

“In the end, I didn’t show up, and you didn’t bother looking for me?”

She pursed her lips and said, “Wills Waltson, why can’t you just quit crawling around when others hand you the poles? I’m here; don’t you think it’s preferable to a phone call?”

“I’m worried you wouldn’t have come if it hadn’t been for my illness.”

That was correct.

The butler came in after knocking on the door: “This is the chicken soup that Miss Greenwich made especially for you, Mr. Waltson. Consume a small amount.”

“Is that so?” he asked, raising his brows.

Although Luna could not speak, Butler was the one who said: “The chicken soup was simmered in a little fire for a whole day, according to the aunty downstairs. Miss Greenwich is really thoughtful.”

Her cheeks were slightly pink. This auntie’s nose was out of this world.

“Alright, leave it here, go out,” Wills Waltson said with a smile.

Luna Greenwich assumed Wills Waltson was angry because of his chilly tone.

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Why did he enjoy being angry?

Why would she call him every day if she wasn’t his girlfriend?

Furthermore, she had hardly never called Aven Harris when she was in a relationship with him, okay? Nobody would call another every day if nothing happened.

She expressed her disappointment, saying, “Then don’t forget to take your medication. I’ll be the first to leave.”

She turned and followed The Butler to the door.

“Stand motionless,” Wills Waltson pleaded weakly.

She turned around to face him. “Do you have anything else?”

“What are your plans?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted us to go out?”

“Miss Greenwich , Mr. Waltson wants me to go out,” the butler said, laughing.

Wills Waltson motioned to The Butler with his hand: “Okay, you can leave now. You are not required to inform her. She is not intelligent.”

The butler laughed and pushed open the door to go.

“Will you feel uncomfortable if you don’t mock me even every minute?” said Luna Greenwich .

“Am I making fun of you? I was being completely honest.”

“Am I a moron? My GPA was the highest in our school.”

“That only shows how hard you worked.”

“You …

I’m not going to speak to you. I’m heading home.”

“Wait a minute,” Wills Waltson said to her. “I only said a few words to you; why are you upset?”

“Do you mind if I call you stupid?”

“The facts have shown that you are a moron. I’ve been looking forward to your phone call all day. How could I let you go now that you’ve appeared in front of me? Even if you think about it with your toes, you should be able to figure it out.”

Her face flushed slightly.

“Please come here.”

She fixed her gaze on him. “I’m still more at ease standing here.”

“Please give me a cup of water. How can I take the medicine if I don’t have any water?”

She was embarrassed and poured some water quickly.

What was the situation? Was she really going to be dumb in front of him?

Or is it… Was this guy’s IQ too high?

She brought him the water.

When he noticed she was still across the table from him, he took up the medicine she had purchased and examined it.

“Because I’m dehydrated, I can’t read the writing on it. Can you assist me with taking a look? I’d like to know how many medications I should take at once.”

She approached him, took the medication, and bowed her head to read it.

Wills Waltson had already snatched her into his grasp before she could see the words fully on it.

Her body got shaky after being pulled in this manner, and she collapsed over his lap.

She struggled to get up, but he held her down.

“Wills Waltson, please let me go.”

“I won’t. You’ve already arrived at my door. I’ll be an idiot if I let you go.”

She twisted her head and was going to glare at him when he pushed his palm behind her head and pressed her face down.

Their lips came together.

Wills Waltson kissed her again and took the incense from her.

She closed her eyes and battled for a long time to get her lips away from his.

“You’re messing with me again, Wills Waltson.”

“Because you are far too appealing. I’m at a loss for what more to say.”

She wanted to stand up, but he wouldn’t let her.

She ed Nicky. “Leave me alone and take your meds.”

“Do I still need to take medicine, look at me?”

She took in his expression. It was, indeed, rather good.

“So, Benjaming is working with you; are you lying to me when he claims you’re not feeling well?”

“I’m not feeling well, but my family doctor has already recommended medication for me. I’m OK this afternoon.”

Luna Greenwich thought to herself that she was dumb.

He is, indeed, a dignified Wills Waltson. Okay, he has his own personal doctor.

He didn’t require her to give the medication.

Wills Waltson smiled and held her waist as he noticed her angry expression: “However, I am sincerely delighted that you are here.”

Her lips were pursed. “Don’t be complacent; I only came here because I heard you had diarrhea from eating contaminated meals the night before. I’m feeling a little guilty.”

“You only found out now, yet you cooked chicken soup all day out of guilt?”

“Who said… Who said you couldn’t sip my chicken soup? I’d like to drink it myself.”

“Sure, fine.”

“I’m not lying to you at all.”

“I’ve already told you. I trust you.”

“You absolutely do not. You clearly do not believe it.”

Wills Waltson poked her in the nose and said, “Guilty.”

Was he too difficult to deal with, or was her IQ really crushed by him?

Why… She was overcome with despair.