Chapter 175: Bianca's Little Request
In the end, William still left his phone number with Estefania.
After all, dropping by for a little "snack" once in a while wasn't a bad idea.
Sure—her personality was questionable.
But when it came to looks and body? Flawless.
After leaving Estefania's place, William didn't rest.
He drove straight back to the South Side overnight and headed to the scrapyard.
When the owner saw him, he simply nodded—by now, they were familiar with each other.
"Edgar, I need a truck cab and a cargo container. Can you get that?"
Edgar froze for a moment at the request.
He'd had people ask for sports cars, SUVs, even vans—
but a truck cab and a container?
That was a first.
William didn't really have a choice.
Nando's order was too large—there was no way a small truck could handle it.
He needed a full container.
"It's doable," Edgar said after a pause, "but I'll need some time to prepare."
William nodded. That was expected.
If Edgar had said he could produce one immediately, that would've been suspicious.
After paying a $2,000 deposit, William left the scrapyard.
He thought for a moment—
then drove straight to the North Side, stopping outside Bianca's apartment.
Standing at her door, he knocked.
A moment later, a voice came from inside:
"Who is it?"
Bianca.
"It's me," William replied.
The door opened almost instantly.
"You're here?" Bianca's face lit up with surprise.
She stepped forward and wrapped him in a warm embrace.
This boyfriend of hers—nearly ten years younger—might be busy,
but in every other way, he exceeded expectations.
So every time she saw him, she couldn't help but feel happy.
"What, not happy to see me?" William smiled.
Compared to how he treated Estefania—
his attitude toward Bianca was clearly much gentler.
It wasn't without reason.
With women like Estefania or Fiona, he found it hard to feel genuine respect.
Their situations might look like they had no choice—
but in truth, every step had been shaped by their own decisions.
People with truly strong hearts weren't easily crushed by their environment.
Fiona, in particular, leaned toward escapism.
Whether it was addiction to pleasure, alcohol, or other stimulants—
at its core, it was all about avoiding reality.
Dopamine came fast.
But it also faded just as quickly.
And when it disappeared—
it left behind nothing but emptiness.
Then came the cycle:
when the emptiness returned, the dosage had to increase—
just to feel something again.
That's why humans need something deeper—
something longer-lasting.
Endorphins.
Faith, morality, the pursuit of knowledge, the search for truth—
all of these could provide that lasting fulfillment.
People like that might be hard for others to understand—
but internally, they were the most stable.
Bianca was one of them.
She had endured medical school and become a doctor.
That sense of achievement—
it sustained her.
And William… preferred that kind of life too.
So compared to the others,
his feelings for Bianca were—
more genuine.
"How could I not be happy?" Bianca lightly punched his chest, laughing,
then pulled him inside.
"Now that you're here… don't think you're leaving so easily."
She flashed him a playful, mischievous smile.
After pulling William into the apartment, Bianca casually shut the door behind them.
Then, without hesitation, she pushed him firmly against it.
Before he could even react, she leaned in and kissed him.
It turned out that beneath Bianca's calm exterior, there was a fierce, passionate side waiting to break free.
What followed… could easily fill tens of thousands of unwritten words.
Later, in Bianca's bedroom—
wrapped together beneath the covers, she curled up in William's arms.
From time to time, she nudged him lightly with her head, clearly enjoying the quiet intimacy between them.
"Hey… do you have time tomorrow?" Bianca suddenly asked.
"Hm? What's up?" William gently stroked her hair.
With Bianca, there was a sincerity in his care that didn't exist with others.
If it were Fiona asking, he'd probably weigh the pros and cons first.
But when it came to Bianca, as long as it wasn't unreasonable—he'd usually say yes.
"I… I want to go trouble someone tomorrow. Will you come with me?"
She spoke a little hesitantly.
"Trouble someone?" That didn't quite sound like Bianca.
Though, thinking about it, maybe all the "adventures" he'd dragged her into had slowly changed her mindset.
Not impossible.
"Who is it?"
"Daisy Carson. My high school classmate."
William had no memory of the name.
But then it clicked—
In the original storyline, when Bianca realized her time was limited, she started thinking about things she'd always wanted to do.
Frank had influenced her a lot—pushing that "live for the moment" philosophy.
And Daisy…
Back at their high school prom, Daisy had stolen Bianca's date.
Back then, Bianca had been a quiet, well-behaved girl.
She hadn't fought back, hadn't retaliated.
Only now, with her life ticking down, did she think of settling that old score.
"How do you want to deal with her?" William asked with interest.
"I… I don't really know," Bianca admitted.
"I just… remembered it suddenly, and it feels unfair. If I don't do something, it'll keep bothering me."
She looked up at him.
"You know how hard it was for someone like me to even find a prom date back then?
And that bitch just took him!"
William chuckled.
She'd changed a little—but not much.
Still kind, still a bit timid… just with a newfound taste for excitement.
"Hey! Don't laugh at me!" Bianca protested, lightly pushing him.
But that only made him laugh harder.
Seeing that, she pouted—then suddenly flipped over and straddled him, looking down at him.
"Stop laughing!"
This time, William did stop—
but his hands settled naturally on her waist.
"Ah!"
The sudden movement startled her.
And what followed… once again, was left unwritten.
Three hours later, Bianca had fallen into a deep sleep.
William watched her peaceful expression for a moment—
then closed his eyes as well, drifting off beside her.