Carla lost the will to chat with them and walked out.
After leaving the private room, William carefully tucked the bracelet into his inner pocket and said, "I really like this gift. Thank you."
Brittany felt guilty while facing William, "William, I'm sorry. I messed up your birthday dinner."
William shook his head and pointed to the back garden of the bar, "Sit with me for a bit."
Brittany did have something to say to him, so she wheeled his chair through the corridor and slowly walked into the back garden.
The moonlight was dim, and the stars were sparse. The back garden was bustling, so it took them a while to finally find a secluded corner.
Brittany let go of the wheelchair and sat on a bench next to it.
William noticed her melancholic look. He thought there might be problems in their marriage because Isaac had been inseparable from her, but he didn't attend his birthday dinner tonight.
"Did you and Zac have a fight?" He asked.
"No." Brittany didn't know how to explain what happened recently. She paused for a while and then shook her head, "We're good."
William had known her for many years and knew her well.
"Bri, besides my love for you, we're still friends. If you need any help, just let me know."
Brittany's eyelashes trembled slightly. She instinctively clenched her fists, paused for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry."
From the beginning to now, she had always felt sorry for William.
She had failed his many years of love. This filled her with guilt.
William didn't need her apology. They talked about recent events for a while, and then he congratulated her.
"It's getting late; let me see you out."
They left the back garden. On their way through the corridor, a few waiters came running towards them. Brittany was pregnant, and pushing a wheelchair made her movements inconvenient, so she couldn't dodge.
CRASH!
The wine bottle in the waiter's hand fell to the ground, splashing shards.
William couldn't avoid it, and he was drenched in wine from head to toe. His original elegance was ruined, and he now looked very disheveled.
Brittany noticed the change in his mood, "If you don't want me to see, I can close my eyes, or I can find a waiter..."
"No need."
William was still not used to showing his vulnerability in front of others.
He put his hands on the edge of the wheelchair, exerted a little force, and sat on the bed with difficulty. The empty trouser leg reminded Brittany of everything that had happened in the past.
Brittany felt a sting in the corner of her eyes. She wiped off the wine stains on the wheelchair. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"It should be the waiter coming back."
"William, take off your clothes. I'll have the waiter bring the clothes in, and then I'll wait for you outside."
William responded. Brittany's footsteps gradually faded away.
But at some point, William seemed to hear the sound of a shutter. He immediately looked at the door, "Bri, don't open the door!"
But it was already too late!
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