Chapter 276 An Unexpected Incident at the Wrap Party 2
Lucy fumed silently, thinking, 'That witch Margaret, what's so special about her? Why's William so hung up on her? I'd finally managed to get Mia to go after her, but somehow, Margaret comes out without a scratch.
Mia is so dumb! All my efforts to help her behind the scenes have been for nothing. Tonight, I'll make Margaret a laughingstock, so William will break up with her!'
A sly look crossed Lucy's face. She leaned over to Grace and whispered, "You know the drill, right? Slip something into Margaret's drink."
"Got it, Lucy," Grace replied without a second thought.
Lucy remembered Annie's screw-up from last time, her eyes turning icy. "Make sure it's colorless and tasteless. We can't let that witch Margaret catch on again!"
"No worries, I got this." Grace nodded.
A smug grin spread across Lucy's face.
Margaret found the banquet hall and strolled in. She was met with the sight of several big dining tables packed with crew members, all drinking and having a blast.
As soon as they saw Margaret, they paused to greet her, "Hey, Ms. Scott!"
"Carry on." Margaret smiled.
Wayne stood up and called out, "Ms. Scott, over here!"
Margaret walked over to the table, the only empty seat next to Lyle. She sat down. "Sorry, got held up and came late."
Wayne grinned. "Not at all, Ms. Scott. We're honored to have you here."
Margaret smiled and sniffled.
Lyle quickly asked, "Margaret, you okay?"
"Just a bit of a cold," Margaret replied coolly.
"Are you alright? Sorry, I didn't know you were sick," Lyle said, sounding guilty.
If he'd known she had a cold, he wouldn't have asked her to come. She should be resting at home. But if she stayed home, he wouldn't get to see her.
"It's nothing, just a slight cold." Margaret put down her fork, her long lashes casting shadows over her eyes, her delicate features highlighted in profile.
With her cold, her nose was a bit pink, making her look extra cute. Lyle couldn't take his eyes off her.
Margaret's scenes were done, so they probably wouldn't see each other every day anymore. Lyle felt a pang of sadness. "I..."
He was about to say something when a waitress approached.
"Miss, let me refill your drink," the waitress said with a smile, holding a jug of juice.
Margaret glanced at her nearly empty glass and nodded without giving it much thought.
After the waitress refilled her drink, Margaret took a few sips. The waitress only left after seeing her drink.
With her cold, Margaret's sense of taste was off, and she didn't notice anything weird about the drink.
After a bit, Margaret suddenly felt hot all over, her body starting to act up.
Margaret felt uneasy. 'Is this a fever? But why does my body feel so weird?'
Margaret squinted slightly, eyeing the waitress who had just refilled her drink.
The waitress, caught by her sharp gaze, immediately looked guilty and avoided eye contact.
Margaret's heart sank and she looked around the table, saying, "I'm feeling a bit tired, gonna go rest in the lounge."
She quickly got up and left.
The waitress immediately stepped forward, all concerned, "Ms. Scott, are you feeling unwell? Let me help you to the lounge."
Margaret glanced at her and nodded. "Alright."
The waitress helped Margaret to the lounge on the second floor.
"You rest here, I'll get you some water," the waitress said, helping Margaret to the couch before leaving the lounge.
As soon as she closed the door, the waitress whipped out her phone and sent a message: [She's in the lounge, the drug will kick in soon.]
Watching the waitress close the lounge door, Margaret squinted her eyes. She felt super uncomfortable. This feeling was all too familiar.
She'd felt the same way when she got drugged at a bar before. So, the waitress was definitely up to no good.
Feeling unbearably hot, Margaret tugged at her collar. She reached for her phone to call William, but after rummaging through her bag, she couldn't find it.
The waitress had swiped Margaret's phone to keep her from calling for help.
Lyle was worried about Margaret. She'd left in such a hurry, and her face was unusually flushed, which was really weird.
He was worried something might've happened to her and was about to go find her when a waitress approached him. "Mr. Pennington, Ms. Scott said she's feeling unwell and hoped you could check on her."
"Okay." Lyle didn't think twice and immediately got up to follow the waitress.
As soon as he entered the lounge, Lyle saw Margaret lying on the couch, tugging at her clothes, her neckline slipping to reveal her tender shoulder.
Her slightly parted red lips let out soft moans, and her long legs moved restlessly under her dress.
Lyle's breath hitched. The woman he loved was right in front of him, in such an enticing pose. His throat tightened, and his blood surged.
Lyle tried to stay calm, but a wave of heat surged in his lower abdomen, crashing against his nerves, making Margaret look even more irresistible. He couldn't hold back anymore; he just wanted to be with her.
Margaret suddenly felt a weight on her body. She opened her eyes slightly and saw the intense desire in Lyle's eyes.
At this moment, he looked just like her, his face flushed unnaturally, murmuring her name, "Margaret, I love you so much."
This was clearly an aphrodisiac.
Margaret's eyes narrowed. She bit her tongue hard, the pain bringing her some clarity.
Margaret pushed Lyle off her with all her strength and shouted, "Lyle, snap out of it!"
"Margaret, I love you." Lyle looked at her with dazed eyes. "I know you can't forget William, but I love you more than he does. Why can't you accept me, Margaret? Please, promise me."
Lyle was in great discomfort. His mind was telling him not to hurt Margaret, but his body was out of control.
Before Margaret could respond, Lyle lowered his head and kissed her, who he had loved for so many years.
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