Chapter 200 An Encounter at the Airport
Margaret tilted her head, thinking for a sec. She couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache coming on. Every year on Lyle's birthday, he'd spill his guts and confess his love to her. Even though Margaret had gently turned him down each time and made it clear, Lyle just wouldn't quit.
"Margaret?" Lyle's voice came through the phone, all nervous, "Margaret, you there? What's up?"
"I'm here. I'll come," Margaret said, keeping it cool.
"I've got some good news for you. I'll tell you at the party." Just thinking about seeing Margaret in a few days made Lyle's lips curl up, and his face softened a lot.
"Alright, see you then." Hanging up, Margaret rubbed her temples, wondering what Lyle's so-called good news could be.
As long as it wasn't another confession.
Margaret gripped the steering wheel tight and sped all the way to the airport. She parked the car and took Juniper to the terminal.
"Margaret, I think William still cares about you," Juniper said, walking alongside Margaret towards the departure hall.
Margaret gave a faint smile, not saying much.
"Seriously," Juniper went on, "You don't know how worried William was when I told him you went missing in the avalanche. He risked his life searching for you in the mountains. If it weren't for him, who knows what would've happened."
"He saved me, and I'm really grateful," Margaret said, a bit gloomily. Was William really so desperate to find her because he cared? Or was it all about Bradley's condition? After all, only she could find Pryce, and only Pryce could cure Bradley.
"Margaret, stop fooling yourself. I can tell you still love William," Juniper sighed, "Otherwise, you wouldn't care so much about Marjorie."
At the mention of Marjorie, Margaret's expression got complicated. She couldn't deny she still had feelings for William. But William already had Marjorie.
That Angel kept flaunting their affection in front of her. To say it didn't hurt would be a lie. Unless she could prove that Angel wasn't Marjorie. Then everything would be sorted.
Lost in thought, Margaret was a bit distracted. She turned to look at Juniper, about to say something, when suddenly she bumped into something hard. A sharp pain shot through her forehead. Margaret looked up and realized she had accidentally bumped into a guy.
The guy she bumped into looked to be in his early thirties, wearing sunglasses and a gray suit. He was tall and well-built, with tanned skin that made him look even more rugged. He was pushing a suitcase and seemed to have just gotten off a plane.
"My bad," Margaret apologized quickly, "Sir, I didn't mean to bump into you. You okay?"
The guy took off his sunglasses, his deep, sharp gaze landing on Margaret's face. After a few seconds, he said calmly, "I'm good."
After speaking, he gave Margaret one more deep look before turning and leaving with his suitcase. Margaret let out a sigh of relief.
"Margaret, do you know that guy?" Juniper asked, eyeing her curiously.
Margaret shook her head. "Nope, never seen him before."
"Why did it feel like he was giving you a weird look?" Juniper glanced back at the guy's retreating figure, feeling something was off.
Margaret shrugged. "Who knows? Let's just forget about him."
Juniper nodded and picked up their previous convo. "Margaret, William's a catch. You shouldn't just let him go."
"When did I ever say I was giving up?" Margaret brushed her bangs aside, her eyes turning colder.
Truth was, she felt torn. In her mind, William had found Marjorie, and he had always loved Marjorie. Her pride wouldn't let her stoop to compete with Angel.
But giving up on this relationship? She didn't think she could do that either. So now, all she could do was dig into Angel's past and show William her true colors ASAP.
"That's the spirit. That's the Margaret I know." Juniper made a cheering gesture. "It's about time for me to board."
"Safe travels." Margaret waved to Juniper.
Juniper turned back. "Hope to hear some good news from you soon."
Watching Juniper board the plane, Margaret drove from the airport to the city. It was already late, and the highway was pretty empty.
Suddenly, she saw a Maserati in front of her swerve off the road. With a loud crash, the car hit the guardrail.
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. She quickly braked and got out to check. She yanked open the door of the Maserati and saw a man slumped over the steering wheel, looking vaguely familiar.
"Hey, you okay?" Margaret patted the guy's shoulder. But he didn't respond.
Margaret pulled him out with effort, and when she saw his face, she was stunned. It was the same guy she had bumped into at the airport.
Margaret looked around; there was no one else in sight. The guy had a nasty bump on his forehead and was bleeding; he needed a hospital, fast.
Margaret helped him into her car, grabbed a first aid kit from the trunk, and stopped the bleeding on his forehead, giving him some basic treatment. Then she sped towards the hospital.
At the hospital, the doctor gave the guy a thorough check-up. "His head took a hit, but it's nothing serious. He should stay for observation and should wake up soon."
The doctor paused and looked at Margaret. "Are you a family member?"
"I don't know him," Margaret smiled. "I have no idea how to contact his family."
"I see," the doctor adjusted his glasses, looking a bit puzzled.
Margaret said, "I already called the cops. They should be able to contact his family."
She had checked earlier; the guy had nothing on him to prove his identity. It seemed they could only wait for him to wake up or for the cops to find his family.
"That's good," the doctor nodded and left the room.
Margaret checked the time; it was already early morning. Since the guy was stable, she didn't need to stick around.
Margaret turned to leave the room when suddenly a cold male voice came from behind, "Stop! Who are you?"
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