Chapter 112 You Are the Best Cure
"Margaret, chill out!" William took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his cool, his voice carrying a hint of warning. He pinned down Margaret's wandering hands with one hand and grabbed his phone with the other, calling Harlan in a low voice, "Harlan, get over here."
"What time is it? I was out cold," Harlan mumbled, groggy from being woken up by the phone.
"Cut the crap and get here now!" William snapped.
"Alright, alright, where you at? Send me the address." Harlan sighed, getting dressed.
William hung up and shot the location to Harlan.
"Margaret, hang tight, the doc's on his way." William took off his suit jacket and draped it over Margaret.
Margaret started squirming. "It's so hot."
She tried to shove the jacket away, but William held her hands down tight.
"William, let me go. I feel so uncomfortable, so hot," Margaret licked her dry lips, writhing in discomfort, murmuring nonstop.
Seeing her like that was driving William nuts. He suddenly leaned in and kissed her soft, tempting lips.
For the first time, Margaret responded eagerly, his cool lips feeling like heaven.
William's eyes burned with desire. He held her tighter and deepened the kiss.
The car's temperature was skyrocketing.
Just as things were heating up, Harlan showed up, panting.
"Am I interrupting something?" Harlan asked, puzzled, seeing them making out in the back seat. Did William really drag him out here in the middle of the night just to see them kissing?
Hearing Harlan's voice, William reluctantly broke the kiss.
William sat up and adjusted his clothes, still breathing heavily. "Check on her."
"What's up with her?" Harlan asked, eyeing the woman still in William's arms. She looked familiar.
Harlan quickly realized it was William's fiancée, Margaret. Both times William had urgently called him, it was about her. She clearly meant a lot to him.
Harlan took a closer look and saw Margaret's flushed face, her feverish body pressed against William. As a top-notch doctor, Harlan immediately knew she had been drugged.
"Did you do this?" Harlan asked, half-joking.
William shot him a cold look. "Of course not. She was drugged. Help her out."
Harlan glanced at William, who was still a bit breathless, and chuckled. "You really didn't need to call me in the middle of the night."
William was momentarily confused. "What do you mean?"
Harlan gave a knowing smile. "Aren't you the best antidote?"
"Be serious!" William's icy gaze shut Harlan up, his tone turning serious.
Harlan immediately got to work, pulling out a syringe from his medical kit. "Good thing I carry all kinds of meds."
He prepped the meds, grabbed the syringe, and injected it into Margaret's arm. As the needle pricked her delicate skin, she winced and whimpered, "It hurts."
William's eyes flashed with concern, and he shot Harlan a cold look. "Be gentle."
"There's no such thing as a painless shot," Harlan shrugged. "You really care about her, huh?"
"Of course," William replied without missing a beat.
Harlan casually asked, "What about Marjorie?"
William's face darkened. "None of your business."
"Alright, alright." Harlan continued with the injection.
"It hurts," Margaret bit her lip, looking all pitiful.
William held her hand, his gaze softening. "Margaret, hang in there. It'll be over soon."
Harlan finished up and packed his kit. "She'll be fine in a bit."
His antidote worked like a charm. Margaret soon felt better, the flush on her face fading as she leaned weakly against William.
"You're done here. You can go," William said, giving Harlan a cold look.
Harlan shrugged, feeling a bit miffed. It was clear William thought he was in the way. He smirked, thinking, 'Use me and then kick me out.'
"The hospital you wanted. I'll have someone buy it for you tomorrow," William said calmly.
Harlan grinned. "Thanks, Mr. Fisher!"
Satisfied, Harlan left.
William saw that Margaret had fallen asleep, so he leaned down, kissed her forehead, laid her down on the back seat, and gently covered her with his suit jacket.
William drove back to Water Moon Estate, carefully carried the sleeping Margaret out of the car, and walked towards the house.
Half-asleep, Margaret felt herself in a warm embrace, feeling all cozy and comfy. She snuggled against William's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "Teddy bear, so cuddly."
This action reignited the desire William had just managed to suppress.
"Shit!" William cursed under his breath, took a deep breath, and quickly carried Margaret towards the elevator.
Placing Margaret on his big bed, William walked into the bathroom, feeling a bit awkward. His mind replayed their steamy kiss in the car—her tempting lips, her soft, graceful body, making his heart race.
After half an hour under cold water, William finally cooled down the burning desire in his heart.
The next morning, Margaret woke up groggily to find William leaning against the bed, his deep eyes fixed on her.
"William, what are you doing in my bed!" Margaret instantly woke up, glaring at him.
William raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "Take a good look. This is my bed."
Margaret looked around. "Why am I in your bed? What do you want?"
William looked at her with a faint smile. "Don't you remember what happened last night?"
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