Chapter 137 A Torrent of Emotions
Initially, Ava had no intention of burdening William with her troubles. Her original plan was to venture into the vast resort alone. However, William assured her of his familiarity with the labyrinthine layout and the various paths within. Without his guidance, Ava might have found herself lost in the sprawling establishment, unable to locate Alexander.
Consequently, Ava consented to accompany William.
A profound sense of gratitude welled up within her for William's relentless assistance. She made a silent vow to herself to repay his kindness with a lavish dinner once the dust settled.
Disguised as members of the waitstaff—a man and a woman—they navigated their way through the resort.
"Take a left up ahead. That should lead us to his room," William instructed.
Ava nodded in acknowledgment. "Understood, William. I can't express my gratitude enough."
Unearthing Alexander's location had been no small task, and she could only speculate about the lengths William had gone to behind the scenes, likely incurring numerous debts of favor along the way.
"No need for thanks, I'm just glad I could assist," William responded, his smile warm and genuine.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind them.
"Hey, there's a spill here. Come clean this up."
They both swiveled around to find someone gesturing towards them."You go ahead, Ava. I'll take care of this," William assured her. "I'll join you shortly."
Ava expressed her gratitude in a hushed tone, her voice heavy with appreciation.
William must have been a man of considerable privilege, yet he was willing to humble himself to assist her in such a manner. This realization stirred a deep sense of admiration within Ava.
Guided by William's earlier instructions, she continued down the corridor, turned a corner, and soon found herself at the rear of a room.
A window was present, its curtains drawn. She was about to circle around to the front door when, as she passed the window, she caught a glimpse of the scene inside through a gap in the curtains.
On a plush king-sized bed lay a man and a woman.
The woman, clad in a provocative camisole that left her shoulders bare, was nestled in the man's embrace.
The man, sound asleep, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a muscular torso, had his arm wrapped around the woman's waist. Both were in a state of disarray.
Ava's mind reeled as she recognized the faces of the couple.
Alexander, Isabella!
A wave of rage surged through her, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Her hands began to tremble, her teeth gritted in fury, veins prominent on her forehead.
The treacherous duo!
Ava swiftly made her way to the front of the room, her fists clenched, and hammered on the door with forceful knocks.
Inside, the woman stirred and mumbled sleepily, "Who's there?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ava persisted in her assault on the door, each knock resounding with determination.
The woman inside seemed to be losing her patience. She slid off the bed, adjusted her tank top over her shoulders, and ambled to the door to answer it.
Upon seeing the woman standing before her, Isabella paused for a moment. She gave Ava a quick once-over and then, as if comprehending the situation, a smug smile played on her lips.
Leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, she drawled, “Well, if it isn’t Ava. What brings you here dressed like this?”
“Isabella, have you no shame? Alexander and I are still married!” Ava retorted, her fists clenched, teeth grinding in anger.
Isabella burst into laughter, “Whether I have shame or not is irrelevant now. Alex loves me too much. He wants a life just with me.”
With that, Isabella sauntered barefoot back to the bed and, in full view of Ava, audaciously snuggled into Alexander’s arms.
