Chapter 34 Marry Me
William was very drunk, his whole body in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw a shapely girl standing in front of him, so kind and familiar.
It was as if he had suddenly returned to when he was thirteen.
He and Marjorie were locked in a dark room. Besides the guard outside the door, there was also a very fierce big dog inside.
William had been afraid of dogs since he was a child. Marjorie had held him and protected him, saying, "Don't be afraid. Dogs aren't scary at all. The more you fear them, the more they'll bully you."
In the darkness, her bright eyes sparkled like dazzling stars in the sky, lighting up William's heart.
They leaned on each other, silently depending on one another.
Marjorie even joked. "Did I save your life? Otherwise, you might have been scared to death by this dog. When you grow up, you have to marry me!"
He seriously agreed. "Okay."
In his drunken haze, the girl in front of him gradually overlapped with the shadow in his memory.
William murmured, "Are you remembering, Marjorie? We were locked in that dimly lit chamber. You dressed my wounds and drove the large dog away."
Dark room? Big dog? Bandaged wounds?
Margaret's head throbbed as if a fleeting memory was slipping through her grasp. She struggled to recall something significant but couldn't quite grasp it.
"Marjorie, do you know? I've been searching for you all this time. It's so good to see you again finally," William mumbled, holding Margaret's hand and rubbing it against his lips.
No doubt, it was Marjorie's scent.
William was intoxicated. "Marjorie, you smell so good."
"William, you're drunk. Let go!" Margaret was a bit stunned. She couldn't handle this man when he was drunk.
"No, I won't let go!" William's grip tightened on Margaret's hand. "Marjorie, don't leave me."
"Alright, alright. I'll help you back to your room," Margaret said resignedly. She couldn't just stay tangled with William in the living room all night.
She decided to be kind and take him back to his room.
Margaret pulled him up. "William, get up, don't lie on the floor!"
William cooperated, looking somewhat dazed. "Okay, Marjorie, if you want me to get up, I'll get up."
Margaret was speechless.
What Marjorie? How ridiculous!
William was tall and well-built, the type who looked slim in clothes but muscular without. Margaret, in contrast, was petite, making it a bit of a struggle to support him.
With William’s arm draped over her shoulder and his body leaning heavily against her, Margaret could feel his warm breath against her face, creating an uncomfortable closeness.
Suddenly, the scene of being forcibly kissed by William in the bathroom flashed through her mind. Margaret tried to shift away, but he instinctively followed her, maintaining the same proximity.
Resigning herself to the situation, she decided not to argue with a drunk person.
She gritted her teeth and stiffly supported William up the stairs.
After finally reaching the second floor, just as Margaret was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard a woman's scream, "What are you doing?"
Margaret looked up and saw it was Abigail.
Margaret didn't bother to explain, directly supporting William past Abigail and heading towards William's room.
"Margaret, stop!" Abigail stomped over.
She had woken up in the middle of the night, hearing some noise in the living room. Abigail got up to check, and as soon as she stepped out of her room, she saw Margaret and William intimately holding each other while going upstairs.
Looking closer, it seemed William was drunk.
Abigail was unsettled. Since she came to the Fisher family at the age of seven, she had never seen William drunk.
And now, William was clearly very drunk.
And he was being supported by Margaret.
It must be a trap set by Margaret to seduce William!
She grabbed Margaret. "Why did you get William drunk so late at night? Are you trying to seduce him?"
Margaret looked at Abigail with indifferent eyes. "I am your cousin's fiancée. He belongs to me. Do I need to get him drunk to seduce him?"
"You!" Abigail was speechless, biting her lip and following behind Margaret. "He doesn't need your help."
"Fine, then you help him," Margaret said, pushing William towards Abigail. She was happy to be relieved of the burden anyway.
"Are you okay?" Abigail quickly supported William, her eyes flashing with a shy, infatuated look.
Margaret was stunned.
She knew what that look meant.
She had seen it in Lucy's eyes and Ella's eyes.
Abigail also liked William?
But wasn't Abigail William's cousin?
They were blood relatives!
Seeing Abigail carefully supporting William back to his room, Margaret shook her head and turned to walk to her room.
Abigail struggled to help William onto the bed, taking off his shoes. "William, what's going on with you? Why did you drink so much?"
William opened his eyes and looked at Abigail, mumbling, "You're not Marjorie."
"What? William, what did you say?" Abigail didn't hear clearly and asked again.
But William closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Sitting by the bed, Abigail stared blankly at William's handsome face.
At this moment, William's sleeping face was softer than usual, less stern and more lazy, but still so handsome and heart-stirring.
Abigail's heart ached a little as she watched him.
"William, why do you never see me? I don't want you just to see me as a sister." Abigail's eyes flashed with disappointment.
She liked William. She had fallen in love with him at the age of fourteen when she first felt the stirrings of love.
However, William treated her coldly and just considered her as a relative. She had been adopted into the family, not born into it, so technically, she was not genuinely his cousin.
Abigail leaned down and kissed the guy she had been secretly adoring for so many years, her eyes full of longing, adoration, and admiration.
Meanwhile, Margaret had just returned to her room when she found a diamond button in her hand, not knowing when it had appeared.
She recognized it as the button from William's suit sleeve.
It must have been accidentally torn off during their earlier struggle.
Margaret thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards William's room, intending to return it to him.
She didn't want to be accused of stealing again.
William's door was ajar, and Margaret gently pushed it open.
"William," Margaret begin to say, but the scene in front of her halted her words.
Was Abigail kissing William?
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