Chapter 326 Someone Is Helping Her
"Alright, stop it." Margaret took a step back, avoiding the kiss.
They stopped in front of Bradley's ward. Margaret carefully recalled the scene she had just seen of Angel. "If I'm not mistaken, she's definitely not sick."
"What do you mean?" William asked with a smirk.
Margaret replied, "Judging by her appearance, although she looks pale, her eyes are clear, and her steps are steady. The blood she spat out didn't smell right. She went to great lengths to deceive you, bribing doctors and nurses, and even using fake blood."
Hearing this, William's heart sank. If it were just Angel alone, she couldn't have done all this.
"Someone is helping her from behind," William said in a deep voice.
"You figured it out." Margaret wasn't surprised. If she could guess it, it wouldn't be hard for William either.
Margaret glanced at him. "If Angel isn't Marjorie but knows so much about Marjorie, once you find out who she and her backer are, you should be able to find your Marjorie."
Hearing her words, William knew she was jealous again.
He tightened his grip on her hand, took a step closer, and pulled her nearer. "What's wrong? Do you really not believe in my feelings for you?"
"It's not that I don't believe you, but men's hearts are hard to understand. Who knows, if another one shows up claiming to be Marjorie, you might treat her just as well." Before Margaret could finish her sentence, William's lips pressed down, silencing her.
He held her in his arms, his passionate kiss stripping away Margaret's calm rationality. She could only lean softly against his chest, accepting his kiss.
William's kiss was forceful, domineering, and rough, with a hint of punishment.
William intensified his kiss, his hands holding her head in place, his tongue prying her lips open, sucking and entangling with such force it seemed he wanted to devour her.
The electric sensation, mixed with a bit of pain, made Margaret gasp.
Margaret finally managed to catch her breath. "It hurts!"
Seeing Margaret like this, William's heart softened.
He slowed down, becoming gentler.
William's kisses grew increasingly tender, quickly enveloping Margaret in a strange, thrilling sensation.
It made her feel shy, yet comfortable and wonderful, wanting more.
Margaret's face turned blush.
No one knew how long it was before William finally let go of Margaret.
If they weren't standing in front of Bradley's ward, he wouldn't have let her go so quickly.
Margaret, her face flushed, leaned against his chest.
"Next time, can we not do this here? It would be really awkward if Bradley suddenly came out and saw us," Margaret couldn't help but complain.
"I think he would be delighted to see it." William was in a great mood, his lips curving into a smile that softened his usually stern and cold face.
Margaret was speechless at his words and didn't respond.
She turned to the ward door and knocked lightly. Bradley's voice soon came from inside. "Come in."
The door opened, and Isolde greeted them respectfully, "Mr. Fisher, Mrs. Fisher."
William was very pleased with Isolde's address, and he led Margaret inside.
Bradley was leaning on the bed, reading a newspaper with his reading glasses, looking kind and gentle.
Seeing them, he immediately put down the newspaper, took off his glasses, and smiled warmly, inviting Margaret. "Margaret, come, have a seat."
"Bradley, how are you feeling?" Margaret let Bradley hold her hand and sat by his bedside.
Bradley spoke cheerfully, "Much better. After your acupuncture, I feel much lighter than before. The heavy feeling in my chest has lessened significantly."
Margaret held Bradley's hand and placed it on the blanket, her voice soft and pleasant. "That's good. Let me check on you again to fully understand your condition."
"Alright." Bradley couldn't stop smiling at Margaret's grateful and obedient behavior.
He glanced at William standing nearby. "See, I don't choose the wrong fiancée for you, do I?"
"Of course." William raised an eyebrow. "You have a good eye, Grandpa."
Margaret pursed her lips.
She pretended not to hear anything and focused on checking Bradley's condition.
William's deep gaze was fixed on Margaret.
William watched Margaret's profile, her delicate features, and tanned skin, and found himself captivated.
He couldn't wait to marry her.
Margaret would be his woman for life.
He was so engrossed that he didn't notice James entering the ward.
A few minutes later, Margaret exhaled deeply, "Bradley, your condition is stable. Apart from being weak from the prolonged illness, there's nothing serious. With proper care, you'll recover gradually."
"Thank you, Margaret." Bradley held Margaret's hand, unable to hide his gratitude.
This time, he had been at death's door. Without Pryce and Margaret, he might not have made it.
Margaret held Bradley's hand. "It's no trouble at all. Don't worry, Bradley. With me here, you'll live a long and healthy life!"
"Living a long life, I don't expect that. I just hope to see you and William get married and give me a grandchild while I'm still alive." Bradley stroked his beard, smiling.
Margaret felt a bit embarrassed, "Bradley, what are you talking about? It's too soon for that."
"It's not too soon at all." William took a step forward, looking down at her. "I can't wait any longer."
Hearing that, Margaret was shocked and embarrased.
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