Chapter 139 Only Two of Them in the Lounge
William banged on the door, but it was locked from the inside.
"Margaret, you in there? What's up?" William called out, his voice deep and worried.
No answer. Freaking out about Margaret, William busted the door open.
As soon as the door swung open, he saw two dudes sprawled on the floor, looking pale and in pain. Margaret stood there, arms crossed, staring down at Annie, who was also on the ground.
"Margaret, what the hell happened?" William asked, stepping forward. He was confused. He thought Margaret was in trouble, but this was a whole different scene.
"Oh, nothing much," Margaret said, turning her head, all calm and collected.
"What's up with your neck?" William asked, his eyes zeroing in on a scratch on her neck.
Earlier, Annie had held a knife to Margaret's neck, leaving a thin red line that was easy to miss. Margaret hadn't noticed it before, but now that William mentioned it, she felt a sting. She hissed softly, rubbing her neck. "It's nothing."
"I'm taking you to the hospital," William said, sounding worried.
"No need, it's just a scratch. It'll heal in a few days," Margaret said, rubbing her temples. 'Wasn't William at the auction? Why's he here?'
"It's better to get it checked out," William insisted, his eyes still on her neck.
Just then, Lucy walked in and saw the whole scene. She knew Margaret was at a charity gala today and had set up Annie and two big guys to ambush her in the restroom. But these idiots couldn't even handle one woman like Margaret.
Lucy glared at Annie. So many people and they still failed!
Annie, seething with rage, suddenly stood up, grabbed the knife from the floor, and lunged at Margaret.
"Margaret, you shameless bitch, die!" Annie screamed, her face twisted with anger.
Margaret, with her back to Annie, didn't see it coming. By the time she realized, Annie's knife was already coming at her like a bullet.
"Margaret, watch out," William shouted, his face serious.
He had been staring at the scratch on her neck when he saw Annie charging with the knife. Annie was fast. Seeing the knife about to stab Margaret, William instinctively blocked it with his hand. The knife cut through his clothes and sliced his arm.
With a grunt, William took the hit for Margaret.
Annie was stunned, not expecting William to jump in. The knife clattered to the ground.
"William, are you okay?" Margaret's heart raced.
"I'm fine," William said, frowning, his deep eyes on Margaret. He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck. "As long as you're okay, I'm okay."
Margaret's face went red in an instant. Even in a crisis, this guy was still so damn charming.
"Your hand's bleeding. Let me bandage it," Margaret said, turning her face away.
Hotel staff, hearing the ruckus, rushed in and were floored by the scene. They kept apologizing, "Mr. Fisher, we're so sorry. This is our fault. We apologize for the scare you and Ms. Scott went through."
The staff hauled the two big guys out. Annie used the chaos to make a run for it.
"Your arm's still bleeding. Let me stop it first," Margaret said, asking the staff for a first aid kit and guiding William to the lounge.
Lucy tried to follow, but Margaret blocked her at the door. "Ms. Clark, my fiancé is hurt. It's not a good time for visitors."
Lucy swallowed her jealousy and looked at William sitting in the lounge. "William, you're hurt. Can I stay with you?"
William shot her a cold look. "Margaret's with me. I don't need you here."
"Didn't you hear? Leave now," Margaret said, slamming the door shut.
Lucy barely pulled her hand back in time. Her jealousy flared up. 'Margaret, you got lucky this time!'
She didn't think Margaret would always be this lucky! Next time, she'd make sure Margaret felt the same pain she did!
Inside the lounge, it was just William and Margaret. Margaret turned around after closing the door, only to see William taking off his shirt.
William revealed his strong, well-built upper body, with defined collarbones, developed chest muscles, and prominent six-pack abs, looking exceptionally sexy and stirring a strong impulse in anyone who saw him.
Margaret's face instantly felt hot, and she scolded, "William, why are you taking off your clothes?"
"How can you bandage me without taking off my clothes?" William said with a half-smile, pointing to the wound on his arm.
Margaret felt a bit helpless. After all, William got injured saving her.
Margaret squinted her beautiful eyes, deliberately avoiding looking at places she shouldn't, and took out iodine and medicine, provided by the hotel, to apply to William's wound.
Seeing Margaret's flushed face and cautious demeanor, William couldn't help but smile.
After much effort, Margaret finally managed to bandage William's wound.
"Alright, put your clothes back on," Margaret said, tidying up the first aid kit and speaking in a slightly annoyed tone.
Gracefully putting his clothes back on, William's well-defined hand handed a plush cat to Margaret.
"Margaret, this is for you. Please don't refuse it," William said firmly, leaving no room for rejection.
Margaret's heart inexplicably trembled. The scene of William taking the knife for her flashed through her mind again.
This wasn't the first time William had saved her. During the warehouse explosion, William had also protected her without hesitation. Even earlier, when Ella tried to stab her, William had stepped in.
William had risked his life to save her time and again. Was it really just because he saw her as Marjorie's substitute?
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