Chapter 140 Plane Out of Control
Margaret's head was all kinds of messed up right now. She glanced up at the dude in front of her, their eyes locking, and some weird feeling started bubbling up inside her.
"Thanks," Margaret said, grabbing the plush kitten. The toy was smeared with William's blood, turning its once white fur into patches of dark red.
As she took the kitten, William let out a chuckle.
"Not mad anymore?" William pulled her into his arms, his deep voice whispering in her ear, "Every word I said yesterday was true, trust me, okay?"
Margaret gave a faint smile, not really agreeing or disagreeing. She gently pushed him away. "Let go of me first."
"You smiled, so you're not mad anymore?" William's voice was low and raspy.
"Does it even matter if I'm mad?" Margaret stroked the plush kitten.
"It matters a lot," William said seriously, looking deep into her eyes.
Margaret pursed her lips, staying silent.
After a beat, William asked, "What went down in the restroom just now?"
"Oh, nothing big. Annie doesn't like me and got two people to kidnap me," Margaret said casually.
Thinking about it, William frowned. "So you beat them up like that?"
"What else?" Margaret shrugged, sounding indifferent.
William's eyes narrowed, giving her a once-over. 'Can my fiancée from the sticks really fight like that?'
Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Margaret stood up. "Let's go, the auction's still on."
Since William snagged the plush kitten, Margaret had to bid on something else. After all, as the secret boss of Leo Studio, she had to support her own place.
But just as she was about to step forward, William grabbed her arm. He pulled her into his arms with a bit of force. Margaret lost her balance and ended up on William's lap.
She tried to get up, but William's strong hand held her down. His low, raspy voice whispered in her ear, "Margaret, you care about me, why won't you admit it?"
Margaret's breath hitched. "Don't talk nonsense."
William looked deep into her eyes. "Why can't you face your own feelings?"
Margaret's body stiffened, frowning. "I don't have feelings for you."
Before she could react, William leaned in and kissed her deeply. His kiss was cool but burning, making her heart race like crazy.
The room's temperature started to rise.
"Margaret, stop pushing me away," William said breathlessly, his eyes filled with desire.
Margaret snapped back to reality, realizing she hadn't pushed him away!
Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself and glared at him. "William, don't push it! Until I give you an answer, don't do this again!"
Looking at her pretty but slightly angry face, William smirked, "Don't do what?"
"Just like you did just now."
William chuckled. "What did I do just now?"
The memory of their intimate moment flashed in Margaret's mind, and she angrily punched William's chest. "Stop talking!"
William seized the chance to grab her hand, brushing it against his lips. "Margaret, I'll wait for your answer."
William hung around Fleurancia for a few more days, and with his arm almost healed, he was ready to head back home.
The sky was clear as day. Margaret stood in front of William's private jet.
"What's up?" William glanced at her, concern flickering in his eyes.
Margaret shook her head lightly. "Nothing."
For some reason, she felt a wave of unease wash over her. And that feeling was strong, like something bad was about to go down.
"Still scared of heights? Don't worry, I'm here," William's big hand held hers, his voice soft.
His cool voice calmed her nerves a bit. She smiled and followed him onto the plane.
The plane took off, soon soaring high above the clouds. Watching the clouds drift by, Margaret's mind wandered.
The biggest win from this trip to Fleurancia was uncovering the mastermind behind the "Ice and Fire" jewelry mess, getting the Fisher Group back on track, and even making the company better.
"By the way, did Jones and Marilyn confess?" Margaret glanced at William.
William frowned. "Jones took all the blame, and Marilyn cleared herself completely."
"I see." Margaret mused. "Seems like Jones really loves Marilyn."
Too bad Jones was blinded by this so-called true love and did so many awful things.
William smiled slightly, not really agreeing or disagreeing.
"I wonder how much Royal Radiance was involved in this?" Margaret rubbed her temples.
Even though Jones took all the blame, Margaret felt like there was more to it.
William glanced at her tired face, his eyes unusually gentle. "Don't overthink it. You've been through a lot these past few days. Get some rest."
"Okay." Margaret nodded, feeling the exhaustion, and closed her eyes. She didn't know how long she had been out when she was jolted awake.
The plane started shaking, first a little, then more violently. Margaret woke up with a start, instinctively grabbing William's hand. "William, what's happening?"
"Probably just some strong turbulence," William pulled her into his arms, comforting her softly, "Don't worry, close your eyes, it'll be over soon."
His familiar, warm embrace made her feel a bit more at ease.
But the shaking got worse. A few seconds later, William's face turned serious. This wasn't normal turbulence!
Something was definitely wrong!
Sure enough, a flight attendant rushed over, panic in her eyes. "Mr. Fisher, something's wrong! The plane is out of control!"
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