Chapter 18: A Familiar Taste
Ella secretly clenched her fist and reluctantly said, "I'm sorry."
Margaret maintained her haughty posture and teased. "What did you say? I didn't hear you."
Ella had to raise her voice. "I'm sorry!"
"I don't want to see this happen again!" William's cold voice carried an infinite authority, making Ella involuntarily shiver.
As they left William's office, Ella shot Margaret a fierce glare. She hadn't expected this country bumpkin to be so clever.
Leaving evidence had made her look foolish, and Ella vowed to get revenge; she would make Margaret pay back today's humiliation with interest.
When it was time to leave work, Margaret stayed a bit longer to finish checking the data Ella had given her before heading out.
As she walked out of the Fisher Group building, Margaret was about to hail a cab when a black Rolls-Royce stopped right beside her.
It was William.
"Get in," William said, rolling down the window and glancing at her.
Margaret took a step back, her voice firm. "No need. I'll get a cab myself."
William frowned, stepping out of the car to stand in front of her. "It's tough to get a cab now. The last thing I want is to have to come back here in the middle of the night to take you home and look after you."
Recalling the embarrassing incident from last night, Margaret glared at William.
"It's all your fault!" she said.
William was taken aback. What did last night's incident have to do with him?
"Don't you know that Ella is targeting me because she has a crush on you and sees me as a rival?" Margaret asked with a raised eyebrow.
William was momentarily taken aback. Ella had a crush on him?
William had always been oblivious to such things like romantic love. His mind was stuck on a girl from his youth, and he never noticed other women.
But looking at Margaret's expression now, he inexplicably raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What, are you jealous?"
"You're crazy!" Margaret shot him a furious glare and turned to leave, but William's long arm reached out, pulling her back.
He pulled her into the car and commanded. "Sit tight!"
Before Margaret could react, William got into the driver's seat, locked the car door, and said, "I promised Grandpa that I would keep you safe for the next three months."
Seeing William's insistence, Margaret had no choice but to nod.
She had also promised Xavier to get along with William.
As soon as these three months passed, they would go their separate ways and never see each other again.
But these three months felt as long as three years, truly unbearable.
As Margaret was thinking, a large, well-defined hand suddenly reached across her chest.
"What are you doing!" Margaret was startled and looked warily at the man beside her.
William slightly turned his body, his hand reaching across her chest, almost half-hugging her.
The posture was very intimate.
William's expression was indifferent. "Helping you with your seatbelt."
"No need. I can do it myself." Margaret pushed William's hand away, slightly annoyed. How could she have been so distracted that she forgot to buckle her seatbelt?
Feeling the warmth of William's hand on her palm, Margaret's face inexplicably flushed.
William withdrew his hand, sat upright, started the car, and a trace of inexplicable tenderness flashed across his eyes.
Just now, he had smelled a faint fragrance on Margaret. It was exactly like the one in his memory.
Could Margaret be the girl who had saved him when he was a child?
William turned to her, his deep eyes fixed on the girl beside him, his voice clear and low, with a hint of undisguised excitement. "Margaret, were you ever kidnapped before?"
"Huh?"
Margaret had just fastened her seatbelt when William's inexplicable question reached her ears.
Kidnapped?
William's mind seemed to be all over the place.
Margaret shook her head, "No."
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