You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 383

Arabella could already feel defeat.

Bill was lying on Trishia’s bed calmly.

The first and second buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned while Trishia was hugging him so tightly like all her body was touching Bill’s.

She didn’t have to ask what happened before she came in.

She could feel her heart was extremely aching as some sharp blades sliced it slowly but deeply.

She could feel her heart was bleeding tremendously.

Arabella's hands clenched the paper in her hand tightly.

Though she had this in her mind before she entered the room but she could still hold the intense pang in her heart that was sucking her up.

How could Bill arrogantly leave her with a contract then after he slept with Trishia?

What did he want from her?

Did he want the two of them?

One would take the role of his wife and the other one would play the role of his mistress.

Arabella's eyes stared sharply at the intimate view in front of her while her temperature was boiling.

Bill obviously didn’t want to choose between her and Trishia.

It made her pissed off that the table had turned.

Between her and Trishia, she was the one who is going to be a mistress.

In the middle of the night, Bill would leave her to return to Trishia and his home.

She could clearly see what Bill wanted but that was not what she wanted.

Even though he lost his memories but she could see he lost his senses too.

Arabella was very annoyed with her thoughts as she quickly ran off furiously.

She just wished she had not seen such a scene with Bill and Trishia.

She never wanted to see Bill with any other woman except her.

Greta was waiting for her outside in the corner with arms folding up her chest.

Seeing Arabella coming with an indignant look, she smirked mocking Arabella.

Her eyes were smiling as she knew the reason why Arabella was incensed coming out from Trishia’s room.

“That’s what you got!” Greta uttered mockingly in the air and then she chuckled wickedly.

Arabella just walked straight passed Greta.

She heard Greta’s mockery but she had no time for her.

Not now but sooner.

Arabella quickly went to Bill’s study room.

She was like a strong wild wind that one could be seriously hurt if one tried to stop her.

She opened his study room and went to his table.

Without any hesitation, she tore the contract and it divided into two pieces then she put them on the table.

Without any moment of delay, she stormed out.

After a while, Bill woke up.

He felt his head was a bit heavy.

Maybe because of the nuisance last night with Arabella and he slept on Trishia's bed.

He was just granting Trishia's little wish.

He felt he had to give something to Trishia in exchange for his disloyalty.

Bill hated himself but he did a lot of trying and controlling.

He was always defeated by his eagerness to see and be with Arabella Jones.

Every day, he felt being betrayed by his own gut feeling.

Trishia was still hugging him tightly.

She was like a snake who was afraid to let go of her prey.

Bill slowly lifted her arm and leg then he gently skipped from Trishia’s grasp.

He looked at Trishia first who seemed so very tired from drinking the whole night.

This girl knew what he had done last night and who was his companion but she never said anything about it.

His conscience was bugging her for Trishia.

Then, Bill heaved a heavy sigh before he went out of the room.

He went back to his room and took a quick shower.

There, his mind was caught in a deep mess.

He could not let go of either of the two women.

Trishia was so good to him. He owed her a lot.

He would never leave her.

As for Arabella, he knew he had to let go of her.

He knew Arabella should be the one to go away but he couldn't.

Arabella would just poison his relationship with Trishia but he could not make her go away.

The problem was his own self.

He could not let her go and didn't want to let her go.

Bill didn't want to hurt Trishia but he could not let Arabella go.

No matter what, Bill promised that his wedding with Trishia would push through.

That was the only way he could make up to Trishia.

With his royal blue thick bathrobe, he looked at the time on the digital clock on his desk after he showered.

He frowned deeply.

When he woke up, he was expecting that he already got a reply from Arabella Jones but until he finished his hot bath, his name was still not registered as the caller or even a sender of a single text message on his phone.

He didn’t anything from her.

His mind was with the woman in his penthouse.

It was impossible for her not to see the contract he put on the dining table before he left the penthouse.

Bill was caught in his deep thinking as he could not imagine the stubborn girl would have no reaction to the contract or maybe she neglected the contract.

With his thought, he felt great annoyance as he strode quickly to his study room which was just adjacent to his room.

There, his eyes quickly landed on the contract which was divided into two pieces.

Without asking someone, he knew Arabella went inside earlier, tore the contract, and left.

Bill heaved a heavy sigh.

That just meant that Arabella refused his offer.

He was merely disappointed with her decision as that was the only thing, he could offer to her.

He could not leave Trishia no matter what because she was his family’s savior.

Arabella could only be his mistress if she agreed to his terms.

Quickly, Bill sat on his swivel chair and dialed someone on his phone.

Today, Arabella just wanted to spend the day alone.

She didn’t want to see Bill Sky or Trishia Meyer.

She wanted to heal her heart which was bleeding so tremendously.

She felt very dismay with what she witnessed.

Though she was very disappointed, she could not just blame Bill because he had no memories of her.

She so much hated the situation that they were in.

The feeling that she had to do something but she didn’t know how struck her.

She refused to surrender but the feeling of already being defeated started to sink into her.

She shook her head to get rid of her thoughts and clenched her fists so hard to stabilize herself.

At this time, she needed to harden her heart.

She had to prepare herself for the worst especially since Bill and Trishia’s wedding is coming.

She had to act fast and planned this all carefully so she could stop that wedding.

Arabella was caught in her deep thinking while she was riding a cab.

She only had her strong will to live every day.

Arabella let her warm tears slide down her cheeks.

She was still in a state where she was confused about what to do.

Bill didn’t know her and he kept on hurting her.

His arrogance was hurting her so much.

After she gave herself to him, she had high hopes that Bill would regain his memories of her even though some of his memories of her but failed.

Bill still didn’t remember her.

She was so disappointed but she couldn’t protest.

She already claimed her identity to him but still, it didn’t work.

Sitting on the bench made her feel all her sorrows and possible challenges that may come along her way.

She knew it would be tougher.

All she wanted was to bring back Bill to Adam.

She wanted to protect her family and make it complete for her son, Adam.

That would be the greatest gift she could give to her son but for her, it seemed to be so very difficult to do.

Arabella gulped as her tears were tremendously flowing.

The scene earlier with Bill and Trishia instantly flashed across her mind again.

She felt she couldn’t breathe as she could feel extreme pain in her heart.

She didn't know how to mend it.

All she could just do for now was cry.

Cry until her tears would go dry.

Hoping that maybe... just maybe after that, everything would be fine.

Her heart would beat normally again and heal.

After a while, Arabella immediately stopped sobbing when she heard another loud cry on the next bench just a meter away from her. When she thought that she was the only person who had the saddest heart today, she was wrong.

She cried in silence but the other person on the next bench cried very loudly.

Arabella quickly wiped her tears with her fingers and looked at the person next to her.

She was a woman who curled up her legs and put her toes on the wooden bench then she hugged her legs dipping her face in them.

She had long hair and white sneakers wearing denim fitted pants.

Arabella felt the person.

She was sure she was also suffering something.

Her shoulder went up and down heavily as she wailed.

Arabella didn’t want to mind her because she knew how to respect other person’s privacy but she couldn’t just help hearing her cries.

She didn’t know but she stood up and strode towards the person whose face was still dipped on her legs and arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” Arabella stopped in front of her and sounded hesitantly and worriedly.

The girl didn’t stop crying like she didn’t hear Arabella.

Arabella felt her pain.

She didn’t want to push herself or destroy the moment of the person but she could not just leave her.

She felt the person needed good comfort.

Her good instinct didn’t want her to leave the girl.

She knew the feeling of pain.

The cry from one's heart was the most painful.

She believed it would be better to talk to her and let her talk about her problems.

By these, she would surely be okay.

“Hmmm… are you okay?” Arabella sounded again.

This time, she tapped her shoulder.

The girl stopped sobbing then slowly, she lifted her face to see her.

“You?!?!” When they had the chance to see each other’s faces clearly, they both sounded shocked and loud at the same time.