Chapter 36 Ever Thought about Me

Maggie had saved a total of $150,000 and deposited it into a bank account under her mother's name, on a fixed-term for one year, in order to prevent her mother from using it for gambling.
Whenever Maggie had any spare money, she would use it to support her family.
Her mother had developed a gambling addiction in the past two years but had no luck. She would watch others win or lose money, while she would lose to the point of devastation.
Maggie even flipped over the card table and grabbed a kitchen knife. It wasn't until then, when she had gritted her teeth and quit, that she married the limping man named Bailey.
He was formerly a junior executive at a construction company but was beaten up at a construction site after accusing a group of workers of fraudulently claiming work-related injuries. He got drunk after socializing, and in the chaos, a broken piece of wood cut his Achilles heels.
He claimed compensation of $280,000, which was used for medical treatment and rehabilitation. The remaining money, along with all his assets, was given to Maggie's mother.
Maggie's mother didn't gamble away her sanity by touching this money.
However, the Williams family was worth over a billion dollars. It was like a heavenly windfall, driving her gambling addiction further.
In the past year or so, she had lost around $700,000, including the $700,000 that Matt had threatened to repay. But that money was a gift to Maggie and they had signed an agreement, so he knew he couldn't get it back.
Maggie returned to Skyline Parkway, close to 9 pm. It was pitch black and she saw that familiar Audi parked downstairs, with an A license plate.
She had thought about moving, but with everything going on, she didn't have the time or the energy.
"How long have you been waiting?" she asked.
Harold stood by the car, a white smoke swirling from his fingertips into the night. He was deeper than the darkness of the night. "Half an hour," he replied.
Maggie took a deep breath. "Do you want to come up for a bit?"
"I came to see you, but I'll leave soon." He looked at her. Maggie didn't like wearing makeup for long periods of time; when she finished her shift or got off work, she would remove it.
This girl, whether it was her appearance or her clothes, was simple, but beautifully non-threatening. Like a white pear blossom, comfortable, lustrous, clean. Her dark eyes were bright and full of life.
She was also deceptively devilish. Even her unease and sensitivity struck a chord with him. While it might be a weakness for other women, for her, it was a seductive tactic.
He took a heavy drag of his cigarette, the smoke irritating Harold's throat. "I gave you my number, did you ever call?"
She furrowed her brow. "I did, but it got cut off."
He extinguished his cigarette and got into the driver's seat. "Try again."
Maggie dialed the number, and it rang on the other end.
In the car, Harold saved her number and then made a gesture and spoke, "Maggie, come here."
She brushed away the stray hair sticking to her cheek, grabbed onto the door, and hesitated as she leaned in. "Is there something wrong with the number?"
The peachy fragrance on her body was rich and lively as it sneaked into his breath.
Harold suppressed his desire and said, "Come closer."
Maggie froze, not moving. "If I come any closer, I'll fall into the car."
He extended his arm and his bend encased her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Maggie, startled, sat on his thigh, her hips pressing against his groin, an area that appeared prominent.
It made her breathless, weak in the knees, as she nestled into his chest, as if losing her own bone structure. Harold's dominance, fierceness, had shattered her over and over again.
His hot breath crept into her ear, his hand caressed down her spine, affectionate as they did when feeling amorous. "Maggie, have you thought about me?"
Maggie bit her lip, remaining silent.
He deliberately provoked her, "Never? Speak!"
Her buttocks were pinched, causing Maggie to tremble in pain.
"I have."
Harold laughed, "So stubborn."
At this moment, the atmosphere between them was at a restrained yet ambiguous state. He kissed forcefully, his desire for control exceptionally strong, prying open her lips, forcefully dominating the kiss.
Inch by inch, he advanced, inch by inch, approaching her.
Maggie felt a bit weak. The steady and powerful heartbeat of the man echoed and reverberated throughout her bones. She had no way to escape, her back against the steering wheel, her blouse pulled open with three buttons undone, his stiff nose pressed against her chest, his teeth nibbling on the inch of fair and delicate flesh.
Between the hot breaths, she trembled with her skin flaring up, making her weak, with her legs becoming soaked.
The open car door brought in a gentle breeze.
With a hoarse voice, Maggie held his face with both hands, preventing his lips and tongue from exploring her nipples. "Let's go home first, alright?"
Harold's breath surged violently, muscles burning fiercely. "Go sit in the passenger seat."