Chapter 229

Yet here he was, behaving like a raging lion at the mention of Rachel.

Cassandra didn’t quite understand.

“Why won’t you divorce Rachel? Samantha is carrying your child. Do you want her child to be illegitimate?”

Cassandra’s words hit the nail on its head. William gripped his phone so tightly, the veins on the back of his hand popped.

“If I let her go and divorce her, if… if there’s really something going on between her and Tyler, that’d be akin to giving them my blessings.”

If he divorced Rachel, she would have every reason to be with Tyler.

Others might care about other people’s opinions, but Tyler was different. He did everything based on his mood and never cared about what others thought. He would not allow them to have what they want over his dead body.

“What’s more, Rachel didn’t sign it. That means she doesn’t want to divorce me,” William went on.

Cassandra had no idea what her son was thinking.

He might have genuinely liked Rachel when he insisted on marrying her back then, but now that Samantha was back, things were different. He should be focusing all his attention on her instead.

Cassandra sighed. “I really don’t understand you. If you don’t divorce Rachel and Samantha’s stomach eventually gets bigger, you won’t be able to keep the truth hidden.”

With that, she hung up.

William’s eyes narrowed. Silence ensued in the room.

He went through countless cigarettes as he closed himself up in the study, only returning to his bedroom at two in the morning.

Coincidentally, Rachel was walking out of the washroom, wearing a spaghetti-strap sleep gown. She was groggy from waking up in the middle of the night to use the toilet.

She glanced at William sleepily and turned back to fall back into her bed, but suddenly felt someone grab her wrist.

Rachel’s wrist bone almost broke under the force, and the sudden pain drove away all sleepiness.

She turned around. With confusion in her eyes, she snapped at William, “What are you doing? Let me go!”

William’s eyes were bloodshot, deep and dark, sending fear shooting through Rachel’s heart.

“Where’s the butterfly on your back?”

Rachel fell silent. She heard his question loud and clear, but was stunned by it.

William thought she didn’t read his lips clearly and started signing to her. “I’m asking about the butterfly on your back.”

Rachel finally snapped back to attention, realizing that William was flaring up at her because the butterfly on her back was gone.

What a preposterous reason!

If she didn’t know the story behind the butterfly, she would probably still be clueless as to why William was yelling at her.

He was furious only because the butterfly that looked so much like the one on Samantha’s back was gone.

“I found it ugly and don’t want it anymore. Can’t I?” Rachel said coldly.

She had it tattooed on her back of her own accord. Did she have to seek his permission to have it removed?

William furrowed his brows, his entire body exuding a icy aura. “Why don’t you want it anymore? Didn’t you say that you liked it very much?”

Rachel cast him a sideways glance. Her calm and composed demeanor formed a stark contrast with his burning fury.

There was almost no emotion in her voice. “What’s there to say? I used to like it, but I don’t anymore. Who said that one must keep liking something forever?”

People could stop having feelings for another person with time, not to mention objects.

What’s more, wasn’t William the one who gave up halfway and ended up liking someone else? What right did he have to question her?

Rachel looked at William through narrowed eyes, her stare piercing.

“Even if I’m your wife, aren’t you going overboard?”