Chapter 233 Uninvited Arrival
Under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards, Margaret slid into Lyle's car.
"Margaret, lemme get you home," Lyle said, giving her a quick glance while gripping the wheel and firing up the engine.
"Sure," Margaret mumbled, nodding softly.
The ride was dead silent, making things kinda awkward.
After a long night, Margaret was beat. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and tried to catch some Z's.
She had no clue how long she'd been out when the car suddenly jerked to a stop.
"Are we there?" Margaret asked groggily, feeling the car brake. She peeked out the window and realized they weren't at East Garden.
Lyle had pulled over on the side of the road, looking sad. He couldn't hold it in any longer and finally blurted out, "Margaret, why?"
"Why what?" Margaret asked, pursing her lips.
Lyle, looking all kinds of reluctant, asked, "Why'd you turn me down?"
"I should be asking you why," Margaret frowned. "Were you really gonna propose to me in front of everyone, leaving me no choice but to say yes?"
"No, Margaret. I really wanted you to say yes. I wanna be with you, and I swear I'll make you happy," Lyle said, looking super troubled.
After tonight, he knew Margaret would never agree to be with him.
"Lyle, haven't I told you it's never gonna happen between us?" Margaret sighed, seeing him like this.
"Because of William? You can't forget him, can you?" Lyle pressed.
Margaret stayed quiet.
"You've done so much for William, but what about him? How's he treated you?" Lyle's tone got all heated. "He doesn't deserve you at all!"
"Lyle, I don't wanna talk about this anymore. Just take me home," Margaret cut him off.
Lyle drove her to East Garden.
Margaret hopped out of the car after opening the door.
Lyle followed her and spoke in a heavy tone, "I'm sorry, Margaret. I was too impulsive tonight and didn't get your consent..."
Margaret paused, looked back at Lyle, and cut him off, "Let's not talk about this. Focus on making 'Imperial Secrets: Palace of Roses' a hit. And find me a good role."
With that, Margaret walked into her apartment without looking back.
Watching her walk away, Lyle's eyes were filled with disappointment, sadness, and regret.
Tonight, he had struck out again. He wondered what it would take for Margaret to give him a chance.
Margaret got back to her apartment, pulled out her keys, and opened the door. She immediately saw a tall, slender figure chilling on the living room couch.
"Who's there?" Margaret's heart skipped a beat, and she asked loudly.
The guy on the couch suddenly stood up.
In the dim moonlight, Margaret saw him clearly. Dressed in a black suit that almost blended into the night, William gave off a cold vibe.
"William, what are you doing in my house?" Margaret turned on the light and rubbed her temples. "Looks like I'll need to add a few more locks tomorrow."
"No matter how many locks you add, if I wanna see you, I will," William said, taking a step forward, standing right in front of Margaret.
His intense gaze locked onto Margaret's face, and he asked, "Margaret, what are you hiding from me?"
"I haven't hidden anything from you," Margaret replied coolly.
Before she could say more, William suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her onto the couch with a firm pull.
"William, what the hell are you doing?" Margaret asked icily, landing in William's arms.
William pressed his hands on her shoulders, his tone cold. "Why didn't you ever tell me you're the owner of Starlight Entertainment, the rich woman Lyle's been chasing?"
"You're not anyone to me, so I don't owe you any explanations," Margaret said indifferently.
William's already stern face grew even more serious. He tightened his grip slightly and fired off a series of questions. "I'm not anyone to you? Then who is Lyle to you? What's your deal with him?"
Margaret felt even more exasperated. "I've already explained this to everyone today. I don't want to repeat myself."
William's face darkened. "You and Lyle are really just business partners?"
"If there was something between us, why wouldn't I have accepted his proposal today? Why would I go to such lengths to find an excuse?" Margaret shot back.
Hearing her words, William suddenly felt a bit relieved. But thinking about Lyle's obsession with Margaret, having chased her for two whole years, still made him uneasy.
After all, tonight he had planned to propose to Margaret again. But she had ditched him to attend the award ceremony with Lyle. He wasn't sure if that meant Lyle was more important to Margaret than he was.
"Margaret, come with me." William suddenly stood up, pulling her hand.
Margaret was taken aback. "Where to?"
"You'll know when you come with me," William said, dragging her towards the door.
Margaret struggled. "William, I'm exhausted tonight. I don't want to go anywhere."
William paused, glancing at her. Seeing her genuinely looking worn out, he remembered she had been dealing with reporters all night and was truly tired.
William's cold eyes softened slightly. "Then tomorrow."
Margaret was puzzled but stayed silent.
William swallowed hard and suddenly leaned in, his voice husky as he whispered in her ear, "Margaret, give me another chance. Come back to me."
His warm breath tickled her face, making her feel a tingling sensation.
Margaret's breath hitched, and she pushed him away. "It's late. I need to rest."
She walked straight to the door, opened it, and gestured for him to leave. "Please go!"
Seeing Margaret with a look that kept him at a distance, William frowned, his face growing colder.
The next second, William suddenly clutched his chest, speaking in an exaggerated tone, "I feel terrible."
"What's wrong?" Margaret was startled.
William's face turned pale, cold sweat forming on his forehead. Pointing to his chest, he spoke in a pained voice, "It hurts here."
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