Chapter 33 William's Misunderstanding
William originally just wanted to punish Margaret, but her lips were soft and sweet as if they had a magical power that drew him in.
This feeling was unprecedentedly wonderful, and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss.
The sudden kiss made Margaret both shy and angry. William was so domineering; his tongue forcefully pried open Margaret's lips and teeth, exploring and entangling.
Margaret could hardly breathe, her heart pounding. She wanted to push William away, but he held her down firmly.
Margaret's thoughts froze as the tension in the air thickened. Feeling the heat of the moment rising, she took a bold chance and bit down hard on William's lip.
The taste of blood spread, and the unexpected pain snapped William out of his daze, causing him to release her.
Finally, she could breathe normally again!
Margaret took a few deep breaths to calm herself, patted her flushed face, and glared at him. "William, you bastard!"
William's face was grim, his deep eyes fixed on Margaret.
Did Margaret hate him that much?
And she even bit him?
Thinking about how Margaret sang to Samuel earlier, William imagined Margaret and Samuel being intimate, his handsome face turning icy cold.
He wiped the blood from his lip, his thin lips curling as he said coldly, "Samuel is not right for you."
Margaret was speechless. She only saw Samuel as a brother.
It seemed William had misunderstood her relationship with Samuel.
But why did it matter? Who was William to her anyway? Why should he care?
"It's none of your business!" Margaret glared at William, then opened the door and walked out.
Enough was enough!
She didn't want to be around such a dangerous man for another moment.
As he watched Margaret's figure retreat, William's deep-set eyes flickered, filled with conflicting emotions.
He couldn't understand why he always lost control around her, a sensation that was both unfamiliar and deeply unsettling.
Margaret, having been forcibly kissed by William, no longer felt like chatting with Samuel and the others. She called Samuel, "Samuel, I have to leave."
"Are you okay?" Samuel, hearing something off in Margaret's voice, asked with concern.
"I'm fine, just feeling a bit unwell." Margaret made up an excuse.
Samuel quickly stood up. "Where are you? I'll take you home."
"No need." Margaret shook her head.
But Samuel insisted on taking Margaret home. He quickly took the elevator to the first floor and waited for Margaret at the bar's entrance.
When Margaret reached the entrance, she saw Samuel waiting and was slightly taken aback.
"Margaret, are you okay?" Samuel hurried over when he saw Margaret.
Margaret smiled, "I'm fine. Why are you here?"
"Of course, to take you home." Samuel insisted on taking Margaret.
Margaret couldn't refuse and nodded. "Alright then."
"Wait here. I'll get the car," Samuel said gentlemanly.
"Okay."
Five minutes later, Samuel pulled up in his Maserati, stopping in front of Margaret.
"Get in!" Samuel said eagerly, opening the car door.
"Alright." Margaret got into the passenger seat.
Meanwhile, William returned to the private room where his business partners were waiting. "Mr. Fisher, you're back."
William's face was stern, his mind replaying the recent events.
That kiss had intoxicated him.
But Margaret's rejection made William upset.
Thinking about how she stormed out in anger, William inexplicably felt worried about Margaret.
It was so late and she was all alone; what if something happened to her?
Without a word, William abruptly stood up, his expression dark. "I have to go," he declared, leaving the room in haste, his business partners exchanging puzzled glances as he departed.
When William reached the bar entrance, he saw Margaret getting into Samuel's car.
They were chatting and laughing, Margaret's face smiling, a stark contrast to her earlier anger towards him.
Samuel stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.
William's face darkened, the cold aura around him seemingly lowering the surrounding temperature.
"Mr. Fisher, are you alright?" A business partner, about to leave, saw William standing expressionlessly at the entrance and hurried over.
William's cold gaze swept over him. "Let's go back in and drink!"
Margaret returned to the Fisher family residence in Samuel's car. As she got out, she said, "Samuel, thank you."
"No need to be so polite." To Samuel, Margaret was practically an idol.
Margaret returned to her room, quickly washed up, and lay down.
The scene in the bar's bathroom suddenly replayed in her mind.
William's domineering kiss was impossible to shake off.
Margaret tossed and turned, unable to sleep even in the middle of the night.
"William, you bastard!" Margaret suddenly sat up, turned on the light, and cursed William hundreds of times in her heart.
Her insomnia was entirely his fault. Margaret had never had trouble falling asleep before. She stood up to grab some water, licking her parched lips, but there was none in the space. She needed to head to the living room downstairs.
As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard footsteps and tensed, her mind immediately jumping to the possibility of a thief.
Moving cautiously, she tiptoed towards the source of the sound. To her surprise, a tall figure, reeking of alcohol, staggered through the door. It was William.
Before Margaret could walk away, William’s arm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back.
"William, what are you doing!" Margaret, unprepared, fell.
Coincidentally, William fell before Margaret.
With a muffled groan, Margaret landed on top of William.
To her dismay, their lips briefly touched, and she could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him.
Margaret quickly got up, frowning slightly.
What was wrong with William? Was he drunk?
Why did he drink so much for no reason?
Margaret glanced at William lying on the ground and decided to ignore him.
"Marjorie." Just as Margaret turned, William grabbed her arm, his voice low and hoarse, filled with an unreadable sadness. "Marjorie, don't go."
Marjorie?
Who was Marjorie?
Margaret was puzzled. It sounded like a girl's name.
Was she someone William liked?
Did he mistake her for that girl?
"William, let go of me." Margaret tried to break free from William's grip.
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