Chapter 24: Lost Something
William's tall and upright figure had somehow appeared next to Margaret. He was wearing nothing but a white bathrobe with two buttons undone at the chest, revealing his solid eight-pack abs.
The wet hair and the tense expression on his face, due to the pain from the bump, made him look exceptionally sexy.
Margaret was momentarily stunned and had to admit that William was indeed very handsome.
"Have you seen enough?" William asked with a smirk when he saw Margaret staring at him in a daze.
"When did you get here? How come you walk so quietly?" Margaret snapped out of it, rubbed her head, and looked away. "Hurry up and put on your clothes."
William's slender fingers elegantly buttoned up his robe. He glanced at Margaret with a half-smile. "It seems like you were the one who bumped into me."
Clearly, she had bumped into him, yet Margaret was blaming him.
"I'm going to take a shower." Margaret felt a bit flustered under William's ambiguous gaze. She grabbed her change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
What was William doing, dressed so revealingly? After all, they were alone together, and he didn't seem to care about propriety.
Watching Margaret's almost panicked retreat, William's gaze deepened. Was he really that scary?
Margaret was halfway through her shower when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the bathroom door.
"Who is it?" Margaret's heart instantly tensed up.
Why would someone knock on the bathroom door? William was the only one in the room.
What did he want?
Sure enough, William's magnetic voice came through the bathroom door. "It's me."
Feeling a surge of caution, Margaret asked, "What do you want? I'm taking a shower."
"You dropped something." William's voice was low and husky.
"What did I drop?" Margaret turned off the faucet and wrapped herself in a towel.
William must be doing this on purpose!
She didn't think she had dropped anything. Even if she had, couldn't he wait until she finished her shower to tell her?
What was he up to?
This seemingly proper man couldn't be a peeping Tom, could he?
Margaret furrowed her brows and resolved that if William had any bad intentions, she wouldn't be polite. She wasn't someone to be trifled with!
"Check for yourself to see what you dropped," William said, glancing at the item in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Margaret was puzzled. She looked around and realized that the underwear she had brought to change into was missing!
Oh my God!
It must have fallen outside in her haste.
Did William pick it up?
Margaret's face turned slightly red. She tiptoed to the bathroom door. She cracked it open just enough to poke her head out. "I accidentally dropped it earlier. Give it to me quickly."
The orange light cast a glow on her face, her freshly steamed skin looking as smooth as a peeled egg, with a hint of blush.
William's gaze deepened, and a meaningful smile curved his lips. He handed it over. "Be careful not to drop it again."
"Thanks!" Margaret said quickly, but as she reached for the item, her hand brushed against his.
The warmth from his palm made Margaret's face flush. She hurriedly closed the door.
Her heart was pounding.
This situation was just too awkward!
If she had known it would be this awkward, she would have thought twice about agreeing to join the Fisher family with Xavier. It seemed like nothing but trouble.
Margaret took a few deep breaths to dispel the inexplicable tension in her heart.
After finally finishing her shower, Margaret came out to find William sitting on the sofa.
His long legs were casually crossed, and his attractive hands held a financial magazine. His handsome brows were slightly furrowed as he stared at the magazine.
"I'm going to sleep," Margaret said as she walked up to William, only to realize her words could be misinterpreted.
"Oh?" William looked up, his magnetic voice tinged with allure. "Is that an invitation?"
Absolutely not!
Margaret couldn't help but complain inwardly. She was really tired and just wanted to sleep.
But why did it sound so ambiguous coming from him?
"William!" Margaret's pretty face turned serious. "Please don't be so narcissistic. We're just in a contract relationship set by our elders, and we'll break off the engagement in three months. Don't joke about this!"
Narcissistic?
It was the first time a woman had dared to say that to William.
William's gaze turned colder. He suddenly stood up, looking down at Margaret. His thin lips parted slightly. "Don't worry, I'm not desperate. I wouldn't be interested in a woman with no curves like you."
No curves?
Margaret's mouth twitched. She clearly had a perfect hourglass figure!
"You have no curves! Your whole family is full of fat people!" Margaret glared at him angrily.
The woman in front of him was like an angry little rabbit. William's gaze deepened. "I'm going to the study."
With that, he took a long stride and left for the study.
As he walked, his mind was occupied with thoughts of Margaret. She was graceful and pretty, smart and confident—neither servile nor overbearing. But despite her many qualities, she wasn’t the one he was searching for.
The scene from when he was thirteen resurfaced in his mind.
"William, your hand is injured. Let me bandage it for you." A girl a few years younger than him with a ponytail carefully bandaged William's hand with a handkerchief, tying a beautiful bow.
"Does it still hurt?" Marjorie looked up, her beautiful eyes blinking.
William hugged her, his gaze firm. "It doesn't hurt. Marjorie, don't be afraid. Someone will come to save us!"
Lost in thought, William opened a drawer and carefully took out a faded handkerchief, staring at it for a long time.
How was Marjorie doing now?
The next morning, Margaret woke up to find the room empty.
Had William stayed in the study all night?
Margaret rubbed her temples. Maybe she had really misunderstood him?
After all, a man like William, at the pinnacle of success, was surrounded by countless admirers. To him, she was just a simple country girl. Why would he ever fall for her?
That would be for the best. After three months, they would owe each other nothing and peacefully end the engagement.
Xavier would be satisfied, too.
With that thought, Margaret felt much better and hurried to work.
As soon as she arrived at the office, Ella called her over.
"What do you want?" Margaret looked at Ella indifferently. Ella had caused her enough trouble recently, and Margaret was not in the mood for more.
What did Ella want this time?
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