Chapter 132 Who Will You Choose
When Margaret was twelve, she got super sick. After she bounced back, she couldn't remember a lot of stuff from before.
Xavier told her that her parents had died when she was just a kid. Over the years, Margaret barely had any memories of her parents. Every time she tried to think about her childhood, she'd get this killer headache, so she usually just avoided it.
But why, right now, was she picturing a family of three having a blast at an amusement park? It felt so real.
Margaret's legs started moving toward the amusement park on their own. Standing at the entrance, she squinted inside, trying hard to remember something. Blurry bits and pieces flashed through her mind, and her head started pounding again.
Margaret felt a bit frustrated. Why couldn't she remember anything? She couldn't even recall what her parents looked like.
The night was creeping in. Neon lights splashed colors all over the street. The clear skies from earlier had turned into a light drizzle. A cool breeze blew, and Margaret shivered.
Suddenly, a big black umbrella popped up over her head, shielding her from the wind and rain. Margaret spun around, surprised, and saw a tall, familiar figure.
"William, why are you here?" she asked, feeling a weird flutter in her chest.
In the dim light, William's gray suit showed off his perfect build. His deep gaze was locked on Margaret's face.
With a slight smile, William's rich, smooth voice whispered in her ear. "You said you wanted to see if we were meant to be. Now that we've met again, doesn't that prove it?"
Margaret's heart started racing. In such a big city, she and William had really crossed paths again. Was there really some kind of fate at play here?
William took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over Margaret's shoulders, saying softly, "Why are you standing alone at the amusement park entrance?"
His jacket still had his warmth, and it traveled through her body and reached her heart. "I was thinking about my parents."
"Your parents?" William asked gently.
Margaret's eyes dimmed, and her voice had a hint of sadness. "They're gone."
"I'm sorry," William quickly apologized, looking at her with a touch of pity.
"Actually, I don't even know what my parents looked like. My grandpa told me they died in an accident when I was really young," Margaret sighed.
"My dad also passed away when I was fifteen," William said, understandingly.
Margaret nodded. "I miss them a lot."
William suddenly took Margaret's hand and led her into the amusement park. "I'll take you to see them."
"See who?" Margaret was a bit confused but followed William into the park.
The drizzle had stopped at some point.
William led Margaret to a stop beside the Ferris wheel.
"I'm afraid of heights," Margaret said, looking at the towering Ferris wheel and shrinking back.
"With me here, there's nothing to fear." William smiled faintly and lifted Margaret into his arms.
With a gasp, Margaret found herself lifted off the ground and into the Ferris wheel by William.
"What are you doing?" Margaret was shocked.
"Look over there." William pointed to the sky with his long fingers. "Do you see those two brightest, twinkling stars?"
Margaret followed William's direction skeptically. In the vast night sky, two bright stars indeed twinkled faintly.
"Your parents never really left. They just go to heaven. They're watching over you from another place," William said in a low voice.
"Really?" Even though she knew William was just trying to comfort her, Margaret felt a touch of warmth in her heart.
Margaret smiled and turned her head, almost bumping into William's incredibly handsome face. His chiseled features seemed like a masterpiece, and his intense gaze was fixed on her.
In the confined space of the Ferris wheel, they were so close that Margaret could hear William's breathing. Her heart began to race, and she looked away, gazing out the window. When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, was that the closest she could get to her parents?
The Ferris wheel slowly ascended, higher and higher. With William by her side, she felt inexplicably at ease.
At that moment, Margaret seemed to forget her fear of heights, forget everything. Her eyes were only on the twinkling stars in the night sky.
As the Ferris wheel reached its peak, William suddenly leaned down and kissed her cheek. The warmth of William's lips on her cheek felt like an electric shock, spreading through Margaret's entire body.
"Margaret, do you know? The top of the Ferris wheel is the closest place to happiness. If lovers kiss at the top, they will never be separated," William said with a seductive smile, "Just like us now."
Margaret's face turned blush.
"We're not lovers yet," Margaret said softly after taking a deep breath.
"I'll wait for your answer. I hope you won't make me wait too long," William said softly, his warm palm covering Margaret's small one.
Margaret's heart was pounding. She closed her eyes, then opened them, looking at William with a calm gaze. "If one day, Marjorie comes back, who would you choose between her and me?"
Margaret knew she shouldn't be asking this question at this moment. But she couldn't help it. She minded Marjorie's existence, minded William's deep feelings for Marjorie, and feared she was just a substitute for Marjorie.
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