Chapter 908

How could he not be jealous? William was practically drowning in bitterness—enough to turn fantasy villains green with envy. But Linda? She was completely unfazed. Instead, she casually reached out and pinched his frustratingly flawless face. If anyone else had tried that, they'd already have a headstone. He grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. "Are you done with work for the day?" "For today, yeah. But tomorrow? Who knows. The day after? Even less sure. And the day after that? Absolutely no clue." She was clearly messing with him, and he knew it. Maybe this was what people meant when they talked about the "fun" of being in a relationship—having someone who'd play along with another's antics still dote on another endlessly, even when they were being a little ridiculous. "If you're done for today, then the rest of your time is mine," William declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And if I say no?" she teased. "Then, I'll call your manager and schedule a meeting