Chapter 260 Getting Hurt for You Was Worth It
"William, you good?" Margaret asked, eyeing the massive bruise on his hand with worry. A weird, unexplainable feeling hit her right in the chest. He got hurt saving her again.
William saw the concern on her face and smiled faintly. "Getting hurt for you? Totally worth it."
His words made Margaret's ears go red. Locking eyes with him, she quickly looked away and stood up. "I'll grab the first aid kit."
She found the kit in the car's trunk and brought it back, pulling out the iodine and gauze.
"Hand, please." Her voice softened without her even realizing it.
William gently placed his hand in hers.
Margaret frowned at the nasty wound on his hand.
"Next time, if you're not sure, don't just jump in," she said, gently dabbing his wound with an iodine-soaked cotton swab. Her touch was so gentle, she didn't even notice how tender she was being.
William leaned back, resting his chin on his other hand, his deep eyes glued to her every move. Watching her carefully treat his wound, especially her slightly pursed lips out of worry, made his heart race.
After disinfecting, Margaret wrapped his hand with gauze and sighed. "All done, but you should still hit up the hospital, just in case."
She looked up at him, only to find herself caught in his gaze. His eyes had this magnetic pull, drawing her in.
Margaret's hands froze, staring at him, totally dazed. Her dazed look was super cute.
William's Adam's apple bobbed, and he pulled her into his arms with one swift move. He leaned in, aiming for her lips.
Seeing his familiar, handsome face getting closer, Margaret snapped back to reality just in time. "What are you doing?" She pushed him away, hard.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone a bit annoyed. "You're hurt, and you're still thinking about..."
William grinned. "Because it's you."
With that, he moved in on her again.
Margaret quickly pushed against his chest. "Cut it out!"
William raised an eyebrow, giving her a half-smile. Then, he grabbed the seatbelt beside her and buckled it, acting all innocent. " Just wanted to buckle your seatbelt."
Margaret stayed silent.
Seeing her angry face, William stopped messing with her. He got back in the driver's seat and started the car, but didn't head to the hospital.
"No need for the hospital, having you as my doc is enough." He glanced at her.
They drove home in silence.
Back at the villa, Margaret was about to head to her room when she heard William's weak voice from behind. "Margaret."
She stopped in her tracks and turned around, spotting William slumped on the couch, looking like a ghost.
"What's up?" Margaret's heart dropped, and she asked, worried. She rushed over and felt his forehead.
Confirming he wasn't burning up, she let out a small sigh of relief, then noticed William raising an eyebrow at her. He said, "I'm starving."
"Alright, I'll whip up some noodles," Margaret said after a moment's thought.
She headed to the kitchen. Knowing he was probably super hungry, she decided on pasta—quick and easy, just seven or eight minutes.
Soon, the delicious aroma filled the living room.
Margaret was about to bring the pasta out when she suddenly heard William's smooth voice right in her ear. "Smells amazing."
William had snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Back off." Despite his injury, Margaret pushed him away without a second thought. "I'll bring it out for you."
"I want it now." William leaned against the stove, his deep eyes locked onto her.
His intense gaze made Margaret wonder if he wanted the pasta or her and she blushed.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed those thoughts aside and handed him the fork. "Here, careful, it's hot."
"But my hand's messed up, can't hold the fork. Can you feed me?" William pouted, playing the victim.
'He does get hurt saving me, and his hand is pretty useless right now. If I said no, I'd look like a jerk.' Thinking of this, Margaret pursed her lips. "Fine."
She held the plate in one hand and the fork in the other, blowing on the pasta to cool it before feeding him.
William didn't hesitate, opening his mouth and eating. A few bites later, the plate was empty.
"Now that you're fed, go rest." Margaret put down the plate, her tired eyes evident.
After all the drama today, she was exhausted and just wanted to crash. But the next second, a strong arm grabbed her waist, and she found herself in William's arms.
He turned around, pinning her against the stove, trapping her.
"What are you doing?" Margaret frowned, meeting his intense gaze.
"Playing dumb," William whispered in her ear.
His warm breath made her skin tingle. Smelling the mix of mint and smoke on him, her heart started to race.
Before she could react, William's lips were on hers. This time, he kissed gently, testing her limits.
Margaret was stunned, and as her foot slipped, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist. This seemed to encourage him, and his gentleness quickly turned urgent.
He lifted her onto the stove, pressing his body against hers, his hands cradling her head, keeping her from moving. His kiss grew more intense, and Margaret felt her breath getting ragged.
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