Chapter 111 Challenging His Limits
The music was thumping on the dance floor, and folks were getting down like there was no tomorrow. Nobody noticed the ruckus brewing in the corner of the bar.
The dude in the red shirt? That was Percival Langston, a local thug with a rep for hitting on every chick in sight. Any girl he wanted, he got. No exceptions.
Tonight, he had his eyes on the stunning Margaret, thinking he was in for a good time. But Margaret had other plans—she smashed a bottle right over his head.
Pain shot through his skull, and Percival lost it. He yelled to his crew nearby, "What the hell are you waiting for? Get over here!"
A bunch of big guys immediately surrounded Margaret.
"Grab her for me!" Percival clutched his head, glaring at Margaret like she was his worst enemy. "You’re gonna pay for this, bitch!"
Margaret just frowned, staying cool as a cucumber. There were four of them, including Percival. She figured she could take these clowns down without breaking a sweat.
One of Percival's goons, eager to impress, lunged at Margaret, trying to grab her. Margaret seized the moment and kicked him hard. With a scream, the guy hit the floor and stayed there, groaning.
"Pathetic! Can't even handle one chick!" Percival, humiliated and pissed, waved his hand. "Get her, all of you!"
At Percival's command, the men charged at Margaret.
Just then, a cold, commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Stop!"
The voice was so authoritative that the men surrounding Margaret froze.
Percival was taken aback for a second, then snapped, "Who the hell is butting in?"
A tall, imposing figure stepped out from the shadows. Against the light, Margaret saw it was William. Dressed in a black suit, he almost blended into the night. His handsome face was icy, and his deep eyes blazed with intensity. "You dare touch my lady?"
His woman? Percival's face changed, and recognizing the newcomer, his cocky attitude vanished.
"Mr. Fisher, I didn’t know she was your girl. My bad for messing with her. Please, forgive me." Percival and his men dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.
"Get lost!" William's lips barely moved.
Percival and his crew scrambled to leave.
Margaret put down the bottle, frowned, and looked at William. "William, what are you doing here?"
William grabbed Margaret's arm, pushed her onto the sofa, and leaned over her, his cold eyes locked on hers. "Is this what you meant by having something to do?"
Not letting him tag along just to come to a bar and brawl with some thugs?
If he hadn’t shown up, wouldn’t Margaret have been in serious trouble? Did she even get what danger was?
Meeting his intense gaze, Margaret pursed her lips. "You followed me? Didn’t I tell you not to?"
"I..." William frowned, wanting to say "I was worried about you," but what came out was, "I was here for business and just happened to pass by."
"Yeah, right." Margaret clearly wasn't buying his excuse. She shoved William. "Get off me. I wanna go home."
For some reason, she suddenly felt all kinds of uncomfortable. This feeling was bad news.
William stood up, yanked Margaret into the car, and practically threw her into the seat. He then floored it, heading straight for Water Moon Estate.
After their dance, Juniper and Samuel came back to their spot, only to find Margaret gone.
"Where'd she go? I'll call her." Samuel looked around, but Margaret was nowhere in sight.
Juniper stopped him from pulling out his phone and pointed to the door where William and Margaret were leaving. "Looks like my necklace is secure."
Samuel raised an eyebrow. "What necklace?"
Juniper just smiled. "It's a secret."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Margaret felt worse by the second. She was burning up.
What the hell was going on? It felt like she'd been drugged. Could it be that her drink had been spiked? It had to be Percival!
Margaret was convinced that Percival must've slipped something into her drink while she was in the restroom. How could she have been so careless!
Feeling a wave of regret, she opened the car window and rubbed her temples, trying to calm down. The cool wind hit her face, but it didn't help. She only felt dizzier, and the heat in her body was getting worse, like she was on fire, desperately needing someone's touch.
"William." Margaret leaned over and grabbed William's arm.
William's body tensed, and he glanced at her. "Don't move, I'm driving."
"Stop the car. I need to go to the hospital." Margaret clung to William's arm, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"What's wrong?" William quickly noticed something was seriously off.
Her hand was burning up, and her face was flushed with a seductive red, her clear eyes filled with a strange allure.
William narrowed his eyes and asked, "Were you drugged?"
"Yeah." Margaret nodded, barely holding onto her sanity. "It was that guy back in the bar."
William quickly pulled over to the side of the road and moved Margaret to the back seat to lie down. "Rest for a bit, I'll call a doctor."
"So hot, I'm so hot." Margaret tugged at her dress, exposing her ample chest.
William's breath hitched, and he quickly pressed her down, his voice low and hoarse. "Don't move."
"I feel so awful." Under the influence of the drug, Margaret was losing her grip on reality, feeling unbearably hot all over. And the man in front of her seemed like a cool spring, soothing and comfortable. Margaret clung to him without a second thought.
Margaret's soft body pressed tightly against William, causing an immediate reaction in his lower body. The woman in front of him was only wearing a silk dress. Because of the drug, her body was burning hot and drenched in sweat. The dress clung to her, outlining her alluring curves, making her incredibly seductive.
William couldn't help but swallow hard.
The woman in front of him, in this state, was pushing him to his limits.
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