The moment they got outside the restaurant, everything happened too fast.
Williams opened the back door, grabbed Linda, and threw her inside the car. Before she could even catch her breath, the door slammed shut.
The lock snapped into place. She lunged for the handle, but it didn't opened.
"What___? How did you lock it?!" she screamed, pounding on the door.
She tried to climb toward the front seat, but before she could reach him, Williams was already behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, and the car shot forward, leaving the shocked crowd standing outside the restaurant.
"Stop! Stop the car!" Linda yelled, gripping the seat as the speed forced her back.
Outside, Alex, Ha Rin, and Ha Yun ran out just in time to see the car disappear down the road.
Inside the moving car, Williams stared ahead, his jaw tight.
He didn't understand himself.
Why couldn't I just leave her alone? He thought. Why did everything about her make me react like this?
He remembered hating her. Truly hating her.
Yet now… he couldn't explain what was happening inside him. All he knew was that he wanted to punish her by his side.
He wanted her to feel the same storm that burned inside him ___ and the thought only made his grip on the steering wheel tighten.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Linda's sharp voice cut through his thoughts.
Williams didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the road.
"Why are you so petty?" she shouted. "Stop the car now! I said stop!"
He finally glanced at her in the mirror, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.
Instead of slowing down, he pressed harder on the accelerator, and the car surged forward.
Linda was thrown back against the seat, her heart slamming in her chest as fear and anger tangled inside her.
As the car came to a stop, Linda barely had time to unbuckle before Williams stepped out and yanked open the back door.
"Where did you bring me?" she thundered, jumping out.
Before she could say another word, Williams lifted her onto his shoulder.
"Put me down!" she screamed, beating his back with her fists. "Do you think I'm a baby? Or your handbag? Who do you think you are, carrying me like this? Is that how low you think of me?!"
He didn't answer.
The front door opened before he even reached it.
The butler stood there, ready to greet him.
"Good even___"
The words died in his throat when he saw the girl struggling against the young master's shoulder.
Without slowing, Williams walked straight past him, into the house, up the stairs, and into his room.
He dumped Linda inside, slammed the door, and locked it from the outside.
Then he went back downstairs.
"Young master… who is that girl?" the butler asked. Several maids who had heard the noise stood nearby, staring.
"Nobody," Williams said coldly. "Do not open that door for her."
And with that, he left the house and went back to work.
Upstairs, Linda pounded on the door. No answer. She hit it harder and still no response.
"Where did this lunatic bring me?" she muttered, pacing the room. "How am I supposed to get out of here?"
An hour passed__ it felt like forever.
Finally, she forced herself to calm down and look around.
The room smelled of money and perfection… and of Williams. Clean, and expensive.
The bed was neatly made___ so neat as if nothing is sleeping on it.
A desk stood near the window with a notebook, pen, magazines, a laptop, an alarm clock, and a phone on it.
At the far side of the room, she found a glass door.
She walked towards the door and pushed it open, then she froze.
Designer suits. Shoes arranged in perfect lines. Belts, watches, and ties.
"How is one person wearing all this?" she whispered, looking at them.
Then she noticed another glass door.
Curiosity pulled her forward. She opened it slowly.
Then, her mouth fell open.
A massive bathtub ___ beautiful and luxurious.
"This is too much for a bathroom," she muttered, running her hand over the smooth surface.
Then she pause as she remembered her situation.
"I need to leave now." she murmured, leaving the bathroom.
She rushed back to the bedroom and banged on the door again.
"Is there anybody in this house?", she screamed.
No one answered. The house remained silent.
Then Linda slowly stopped knocking.
She stood there for a moment, listening, her breathing uneven. When it became clear that no one was coming, her expression changed. Her eyes sharpened, a quiet calculation passing through them.
Then, slowly, a smirk curved her lips.
As an ideas came to her mind.
She went back into the bathroom and turned on the tap___ full force. Water poured into the tub.
Then, she began throwing things inside the bathtub. Shoes, clothes, belts, magazines, his laptop and phone.
Anything she could reach went straight into
the bathtub.
She left the water running. And went back to the bedroom, she stripped the sheets from the bed, yanked down the curtains, tied them together into a long rope, and fixed it to the window rail.
She tested the window, as she looked down
"High… but not impossible." She murmured.
She pulled off her jeans, and her shirt, then grabbed one of Williams' expensive creams and rubbed it all over her body, even the bed and floor___ deliberately wasting it.
She climbed onto the window ledge.
Her hips got stuck.
"Oh God… please… I don't want to die here," she cried.
The thought of Williams seeing what she had done sent fresh panic through her.
She forced herself through the narrow space.
She slid down the cloth rope, her palms burning as she lost control for a second, then dropped hard onto the ground.
Pain shot through her ankles.
She bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry out.
For a moment she just stood there, chest rising and falling fast, her breath loud in her ear, her heart racing with fear.
She rushed forward, scooping up her scattered clothes from the ground.
She pulled on her jeans first, then her shirt, her whole body shaking as she dressed.
She kept glancing over her shoulder, terrified Williams might just come out from nowhere.
"You deserve it, you freak." She murmured as she ran.
She didn't stop until she reached the main road, where she waved down a taxi and disappeared into the city.