Chapter 308 We'll Talk About It on the Wedding Night
Margaret raised her other free hand, trying to feel if he had a fever, but William grabbed her wrist, pinning both her hands down.
William lowered his head, quickly closing the distance between them, his sharp nose immediately touching Margaret's.
This made Margaret's breathing become cautious, afraid of taking away his breath.
Margaret tugged at the corner of her mouth, her shy eyes not knowing where to look, finally closing them. "That kind of thing, let's talk about it on our wedding night."
"What kind of thing?" William asked with a puzzled tone, a hint of laughter in his voice. He whispered in her ear, "So you've been thinking about having sex with me all along?"
Margaret opened her eyes and glared at him, thinking that William was clearly trying to make her say it.
Margaret glared fiercely at him. "William, you pervert!"
"Why?" He chuckled softly, asking.
Margaret remained silent.
He was trying to make her say those words again, but she wouldn't fall for it!
"Shouldn't you get up now?" Margaret changed the subject, feeling a bit suffocated under his weight.
"No." William's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled. "Since it's not time for having sex, but this is okay."
He pressed down, kissing her. Margaret instinctively wanted to struggle, but her hands were tightly restrained by him, unable to move.
She could only let William pry open her teeth, reaching for her soft tongue. He bit her lip lightly with a hint of punishment. "Margaret, you're getting more beautiful."
His voice was a bit hoarse, and their breathing gradually became rapid.
Margaret raised her chin. "I've always been beautiful, no need for you to emphasize it."
"Yes, you're the most beautiful." William chuckled softly. In front of her, he seemed unable to maintain his cold facade, always exceptionally gentle.
Even his heartbeat seemed to carry joy.
He was about to continue, the sight of her cherry-red lips was extremely tempting to him, just one kiss was not enough.
Meeting his burning gaze, Margaret shyly closed her eyes.
At this moment, a sudden knock on the door broke the intimate atmosphere in the ward.
William stopped, his eyes coldly looking towards the door.
Standing at the door was Angel.
Angel was still wearing her usual white dress, her shiny straight hair draped over her shoulders, carrying a thermos as she walked in.
Then she saw William pressing down on Margaret, their posture extremely intimate on the hospital bed.
Her eyes widened immediately. "Sorry to interrupt, I'll leave right away!"
Angel turned to leave, tightly gripping the thermos in her hand, her eyes filled with jealousy.
She had previously thrown a tantrum in front of William, but he had been so cold to her, even assigning two bodyguards to follow her.
Fortunately, when Margaret had an accident, William called the bodyguards back to find Margaret, giving her freedom again.
In just a few days, William and Margaret's relationship had developed so quickly!
Her eyes narrowed, filled with malice.
"No need," William said coldly, getting off Margaret and moving laboriously to his wheelchair.
Margaret frowned slightly. 'Is William really paralyzed? He seems quite agile when he climbs onto the bed just now.'
William seemed to sense Margaret's suspicious gaze, his face darkened, staring at the hesitant Angel with his deep eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Angel cautiously walked to William's bedside, holding the thermos,
"I heard that you and Ms. Scott were injured, so I wanted to come see you. I didn't mean to interrupt," As she spoke, her big eyes became moist, reddening. "I know I did wrong before and shouldn't be here, but I'm really worried about you, William. This is soup I made myself. You can share it with Ms. Scott. If you don't want to see me, I'll leave. I'll continue to reflect on my mistakes."
Angel placed the thermos on the bedside table and turned to leave, her tearful appearance truly pitiful.
Margaret squinted her eyes, sensing a conspiracy from Angel's showing.
Thinking of the photos Anthony found, Margaret called out to Angel, "Since you're here, stay for a while."
Angel's back stiffened, looking at Margaret. "Ms. Scott, don't you dislike me? I should go. I've delivered my goodwill, and I don't want to stay and make you unhappy."
On the surface, she maintained her hypocritical demeanor, but inside she cursed Margaret.
Of course, Angel wanted to stay, but she wanted William to ask her to stay, not Margaret.
She looked at William, but he was entirely focused on Margaret, not sparing her a glance.
The way he looked at Margaret was so gentle, something she had never experienced.
Angel was dying of jealousy but had to pretend she had let go of the past.
Noticing her gaze, William looked at her, his tone cold. "Since Margaret asked you to stay, then stay for a while."
"Okay, William!" Angel's pure face immediately blossomed into a smile as she walked back to the bedside.
"Let me serve you some soup!" Angel opened the thermos she brought, and the ward was immediately filled with a delicious aroma.
Angel served two bowls, handing them to William and Margaret.
Watching them drink, she carefully observed William's expression.
"Didn't expect you to be such a good cook." Margaret finished her bowl of soup, placing it aside, looking at Angel with a meaningful smile.
Angel suppressed her inner jealousy, speaking gently, "To make good soup, I have to simmer it for ten hours, constantly watching the heat. I kept an eye on it, so it turned out so well. Ms. Scott, if you like it, I can bring it to you every day."
In front of William, she had to act like she had truly changed, to win him back.
Margaret coldly smiled.
Margaret glanced at William, her expression indifferent. "No need to trouble you."
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