Chapter 192 Lyle Confesses Again
Lyle cruised the car over to East Garden with Margaret riding shotgun. Margaret was beat, slumped against the seat with her eyes shut, drifting off without even knowing it.
After pulling up, Lyle turned and just watched her sleep. The dim light hit Margaret's face, making her skin look super smooth, with her long lashes casting these cool shadows on her cheeks. Even though she was wiped out, she still looked stunning.
Lyle stared at her for a few minutes, his heart racing. He couldn't help but lean in closer and closer. Just as his lips were about to brush her cheek, she suddenly woke up. The first thing she saw was Lyle's handsome face, inches from hers.
"Lyle, what are you doing?" Margaret jolted awake, frowning and leaning back, looking all wary.
Lyle snapped out of it, quickly sat up straight, and coughed awkwardly. "Margaret, we're here."
Margaret glanced out the window and nodded lightly. "Oh, thanks for the ride."
She opened the door and got out, ready to head home when Lyle's deep voice called out from behind. "Margaret!"
She paused and turned back. "Yeah, what's up?"
Lyle stepped in front of her, nodding slightly and looking down at her with intense eyes. "Margaret, can you give me a chance to be my girlfriend?"
Margaret was a bit taken aback by Lyle's confession again. Hadn't she already made things clear to him before? She thought Lyle had moved on. But clearly, he hadn't.
After a moment, Margaret carefully said, "Lyle, didn't we agree before? If I found true love, you'd give me your blessing. We're just friends."
"Yeah, I did say that. But William doesn't deserve you. Being with him has hurt you so much; he can't make you happy." Lyle got a bit emotional, stepping forward and placing his hands on her shoulders.
His eyes were deep, with a hint of stubbornness. "Margaret, give me a chance to take care of you, to protect you. I'll do a thousand times better than William, believe me!"
"Lyle, don't be like this," Margaret frowned slightly and said calmly.
"Margaret, you said you found true love before, and I thought William would truly love you and make you happy. But that's not the case," Lyle insisted. "It's clear that William truly loves Marjorie. He only agreed to the engagement with you because he thought Marjorie was gone. But now, he's found her, and we can all see how he treats her. Margaret, stop fooling yourself; William's not right for you."
Hearing Lyle's words, Margaret's face gradually turned cold.
Seeing her face darken, Lyle felt a slight pain in his heart. "I know I shouldn't say this today, but—"
"If you know you shouldn't say it, then don't. I'm really tired," Margaret looked up, meeting Lyle's gaze, and said coldly, "You should understand, there's no chance for us."
"Is it 'cause you still love William?" Lyle's eyes dimmed a bit.
Margaret shook her head. "It's got nothing to do with him."
With that, she ignored the heartbroken Lyle and walked away.
Taking the elevator, Margaret reached her doorstep, fished out her keys from her bag, and opened the door. As she pushed it open and was about to close it, a tall, imposing figure suddenly appeared from the dim stairwell. A large hand reached out, stopping the door from closing, and the man stepped inside.
Margaret was startled and shouted, "Who is it?"
The man let out a cold snort.
By the faint moonlight from outside, she saw the man's face clearly. The guy exuded a cold aura, dressed in a black custom-made suit that almost blended into the night. His chiseled features were like a perfect masterpiece crafted by God, noble and elegant. Those deep, unfathomable eyes were slightly narrowed, with a cold gaze fixed on her face.
Margaret was stunned and asked coldly, "William, why are you here?"
"What, you don't wanna see me?" William smiled, his tone carrying a hint of anger. He reached out and slammed the door shut with a bang.
"If you're here for Bradley, don't worry. I'll be at the hospital in three days to give him acupuncture," Margaret looked at William expressionlessly and coldly ordered him to leave, "I'm really tired and need to rest. Please leave."
She couldn't think of any reason why William would suddenly show up here. Shouldn't he be taking Marjorie home?
William's handsome face darkened, and he suddenly grabbed Margaret's wrists, pressing her against the door.
"Let go of me!" Pain shot through her wrists, and Margaret struggled.
Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her sealed her words with a kiss.
William kissed her forcefully and domineeringly, rough and overwhelming, showing no mercy to Margaret. In his deep eyes, desire and anger intertwined, rolling and surging. The familiar, long-lost feeling from the woman in front of him was so familiar that William couldn't get enough of it.
He missed her!
He missed her madly!
Ever since Margaret called off the engagement and moved out of his house, her every smile and frown had haunted his mind, and he hadn't had a single night of peaceful sleep. When he saw the news about her and Lyle online, he was angry and scared, afraid he had truly lost her forever. After learning about her danger at Glacial Crest, he had rushed to find her like a madman. Now, he couldn't care about Bradley or Marjorie; he had driven all the way to East Garden just to see her.
However, he saw Lyle holding her shoulders, the two of them standing by the roadside, acting all cozy. They were so close, their actions so affectionate.
And Margaret treated him with such indifference.
With anger burning in his heart, William deepened the kiss, forcefully prying open her lips and teeth, invading with aggression.
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