Chapter 36 What Marjorie?
'Marjorie again. Who the heck is Marjorie?' she thought, exasperated.
Margaret struggled to reply and finally said angrily. "William, that's enough. Let go of me. Who's this Marjorie you keep going on about? This is ridiculous!"
Margaret's response was like a bucket of cold water poured over William, extinguishing his enthusiasm.
This wasn't his Marjorie.
Marjorie would never resist him like this.
William released Margaret, sat up straight, leaned back against the chair, and his expression returned to its usual indifference.
He took the button, his thin lips slightly parted. "Why is my button with you?"
Margaret rubbed her hand, which he had hurt, and said irritably, "You got drunk last night and wouldn't get up from the floor. I accidentally tore off your button while trying to pull you up."
William raised an eyebrow. "So, you were the one who took me back to my room last night?"
"Yes, but later, Abigail said she wanted to take you. You two have a really good sibling relationship." Margaret hinted.
She hoped William would understand her subtle hint.
However, William, preoccupied with thoughts of Marjorie and seeing Abigail only as a sister, didn't catch Margaret's implication.
Scenes from last night replayed in his mind.
Even though he was drunk, his feelings were incredibly real.
He really saw Marjorie, held her hand, and talked to her. Marjorie gently told him not to lie on the floor and helped him up. It felt unprecedentedly real.
But Margaret said she was the one who helped him up last night, so he must have seen Margaret instead.
Margaret wasn't Marjorie.
But why did she give him the same feeling as Marjorie?
William's emotions surged, and he suddenly stood up, taking a long stride towards Margaret.
He looked down at her, curling his lips. "Margaret, are you sure you've never been kidnapped before?"
At this moment, the tenderness in William's eyes was something Margaret had never seen before. His deep, alluring voice carried a mesmerizing quality, like a swirling vortex that could pull anyone in.
Margaret was slightly stunned. If she remembered correctly, this was the second time William had asked her this particular question.
Why was William so obsessed with whether she had been kidnapped?
Looking up into William's deep, captivating eyes, Margaret said seriously, "William, I don't understand why you keep asking me this, but I'll answer you one last time: I have never been kidnapped, not once!"
William held her gaze, searching her eyes. The sincerity and seriousness in her expression wasn't something that could be faked.
If Margaret had never been kidnapped, then she truly couldn't be Marjorie.
The light in William's eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a flicker of disappointment.
Seeing William's disappointed look, Margaret became curious.
She couldn't help but ask, "Who is Marjorie? A girl you like?"
"A girl who is very important to me," William said after a moment of silence, choosing his words carefully.
For some reason, he didn't admit to liking Marjorie in front of Margaret.
"Oh." Seeing that William didn't want to say more, Margaret didn't press further.
"Why, are you jealous?" William suddenly asked in a deep voice, deliberately raising the end of his sentence with a hint of ambiguity.
Jealous?
Margaret couldn't help but curse inwardly. This man had such a high opinion of himself!
Did he really think all the women in the world revolved around him?
Well, maybe many women did, but she, Margaret, was an exception.
Margaret pursed her lips, furrowed her brows, and said, "William, get over yourself! I'm not curious about your personal life. It is irrelevant to me who you like. Our contractural relationship will end in two months and three weeks, which is less than three months. We'll be strangers after this. You get it?"
Strangers?
Hearing this word, William felt inexplicably annoyed.
He didn't know why he cared so much. Maybe it was because Margaret felt so much like Marjorie.
He also knew that since Bradley had arranged their engagement, there were no feelings between them.
But at least he considered her a friend.
And she? She only saw him as a stranger?
"Margaret, am I really just an insignificant stranger to you?" William reached out and grabbed Margaret's arm.
"What else?" Margaret shrugged and asked back, raising her lips in defiance.
She glanced at her arm, which William was gripping tightly, and said in a deep voice, "You're hurting me. Let go!"
But William ignored her and didn't release his grip.
His handsome face was tense, his brows furrowed, and his indifferent eyes flashed with a complex emotion.
Margaret struggled but couldn't break free.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
"Margaret, what are you doing?" A sudden female voice broke the silence and awkwardness.
Margaret turned to look at the door and saw Lucy.
Seeing Lucy glaring at her with jealousy, Margaret simply leaned into William's arms. "What I'm doing with my husband is none of your business."
She then looked at William affectionately. "Honey, isn't that right?"
Honey?
That was a nice term.
William's handsome face remained expressionless, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Lucy turned red with anger while Peter looked troubled. "Sir, I'm sorry. I told Miss Clark you were busy, but she insisted on coming in."
Peter was aware of how his failure to prevent Lucy from barging in had led to an awkward interruption. His boss, William, was known for his aloofness and disdain for female attention, making it even more notable that William had accepted Margaret.
Peter’s blunder had disrupted what seemed to be a private moment.
William impatiently waved his hand, signaling Peter to leave.
Peter, relieved, quickly exited the CEO's office.
"Lucy, why are you here?" William adjusted his tie and looked at Lucy with cold, distant eyes.
Lucy put on what she thought was her most charming smile, swayed her hips as she approached William, and said in a soft voice, "William, it's about the Clark-Fisher collaboration. We have a preliminary plan for you to review."
"Isn't your brother in charge of the collaboration?" William frowned.
"He is busy today, so he asked me to bring it," Lucy said shyly. In reality, she had secretly taken her brother's plan just so she could see William.
William glanced at Margaret and said coldly, "You can leave now."
"Did you hear that? Hurry up and leave. I need to explain the plan to William!" Seeing that William had spoken, Lucy looked at Margaret with a triumphant, challenging gaze.
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