Chapter 82 Absurdity

She recalled how she had given her all to save this person just now, the tension and anxiety were still vivid in her mind. To ensure his safety, she had exerted all her strength, even to the point of neglecting her own safety. And now, this guy actually planned such a melodramatic proposal ceremony? Utterly ridiculous! Memories surged like a tide, especially when she thought about the complex and intertwined emotions she felt while descending from the third floor. Worried about failure, yet harboring a desire for success, Clara Bennett felt a wave of frustration rushing up, as if her chest was about to explode with discomfort. The thing she couldn’t accept the most was being manipulated by him like this, the feeling of being played around was utterly terrible. The shame and helplessness after being deceived completely occupied her heart, making her wish to tear apart the seemingly affectionate face in front of her. William Foster held her hand gently and said softly, "Sorry, I just wanted to give you a unique proposal ceremony. Although we are in a contract marriage, you deserve the happiness that comes with it." William lowered his head slightly, looked into her eyes, and the warmth from his palm conveyed an inexplicable sense of reassurance. His words were like the warm breeze of spring, gently brushing across her heart, trying to calm her anger. "I’m sorry, maybe my approach was a bit reckless, but I really hope you can feel my sincerity. Our beginning may not be perfect, but I hope the future can make up for it all. You deserve a unique memory, no matter the form, at least let you know, I am serious about you." Clara was so angry her face turned red: "Others’ surprises are sweet, but your scare is bitter! William Foster! You’re too much!" Clara forcefully shook off his hand, her body trembling slightly due to her excitement, her face flushed red, like a small volcano about to erupt. She stared at him with wide eyes, her voice full of grievance and indignation. "Why is it always like this? Do you think these messy things are called romantic? No! They only make me angrier! If you don’t understand what a true surprise is, then please shut up and stop talking!" "Clack," the door to the fire escape was opened. With that sound, the tense atmosphere in the air somewhat eased, as if foreshadowing the upcoming dramatic twist in the scene. The person outside seemed unaware of the scene inside, quickly and steadily pushing open the heavy iron door. Arthur Davis peeked his head in, followed by a band that began to play a romantic proposal tune slowly. Arthur Davis cautiously poked his head out, first taking a careful look at the situation inside the room, then waved to the team behind him. For a moment, melodious music started playing, those elegant notes flowed into the small space like water, adding a touch of unusual warmth to the originally tense scene. However, this sudden music did not make the atmosphere better, instead, it seemed even more bizarre and ironic. "Smack!" A crisp sound suddenly pierced through the brief silence in the air. A crisp sound echoed, as Arthur Davis watched as a bright red handprint appeared on William Foster’s face. That sound was like lightning splitting the sky, everyone was stunned. Especially Arthur Davis, only to see William Foster standing there, his right cheek visibly swollen, the fiery color indicating what had just happened—it was Clara’s angry strike. Arthur Davis opened his mouth but made no sound, his expression a mix of surprise, helplessness, and a hint of amusement. Arthur Davis: "..." He was silent for a moment, rapidly weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Since the situation was more complicated than expected, the only choice was to retreat. Arthur Davis sighed silently, deciding to avoid this family storm for the moment, lest he be caught up in it. He quietly closed the door again. Arthur Davis’s movements were extremely light and skillful, not making any extra noise as he re-closed the heavy door, seemingly trying to avoid stirring up more conflict. At this moment, the entire fire exit returned to silence, while the two people inside still faced each other. The band behind Arthur Davis was baffled, while Arthur said with a blank expression, "Probably not the right time, let’s wait a bit." The band members looked at each other in confusion, unsure of what had just happened, not daring to ask rashly. After all, this usually low-profile and cold butler now appeared so calm it made their hearts race. But they still chose to trust him, retreating to their designated positions, quietly awaiting further instructions. Two minutes later, William Foster opened the door himself. After a short silence, the door was pushed open again, revealing William Foster appearing alone to everyone. The scars on his face indicated that the slap just now was full of force, mixed with deep dissatisfaction and release. He appeared nonchalant, but the palm print on his cheek was particularly conspicuous. Despite the noticeable marks on his face, William Foster’s steps remained steady as ever, even his expression showing little fluctuation. His indifferent demeanor made observers almost doubt whether the slap was truly directed at him. This composed and fearless posture was intimidating, yet it also revealed a peculiar charm. Arthur Davis’s eyes widened: "Mr. William Foster, you are—" As a loyal servant of many years, Arthur Davis was witnessing for the first time his boss being publicly humiliated in such a manner, filled with confusion and shock inside. "What kind of young madam would dare treat our Mr. William Foster this way? For others, never mind raising a hand, just that attitude would have long sent them to the afterlife, wouldn’t it?" Despite the turmoil inside, Arthur Davis tried his best to remain calm on the surface, to avoid triggering his boss’s already complex nerves. The last person to lay a hand on Mr. William Foster had grass growing meters high over their grave. As this thought crossed his mind, Arthur Davis couldn’t help swallowing, certain dreadful images floating through his mind. He knew his Mr. William Foster was always decisive and ruthless, anyone who offended him would not have a good ending. But now it seems, this rule might have been specially broken for someone. This young madam truly has guts. Perhaps "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger" could describe her, or maybe it’s simply because she holds a special place, thus earning this privilege. In any case, this kind of boldness is indeed admirable. William Foster said indifferently, "The young madam is in a fit of anger, go get me the wheelchair, I need to go after her." Hearing the order, Arthur Davis finally snapped out of his shock. William Foster’s simple sentence completely explained all the abnormal phenomena and displayed a truth that couldn’t be ignored. His voice remained extremely calm, with no trace of blame or resentment, instead, it held a touch of forbearance and care. Arthur Davis nodded silently, understanding the situation.