Chapter 48 You Feed Me
Margaret was juggling William with one hand and fishing for the keys in his pocket with the other.
Her hand was all over the place.
William let out a chuckle. "Hey, watch where you're grabbing."
"Oops, my bad." Margaret's face turned red as she realized her mistake. She quickly switched directions, still hunting for those elusive keys.
What was up with today? She'd been at it forever and still no keys. Getting all flustered, she kept fumbling around, but the more she panicked, the harder it got.
William could feel her hand through the fabric, and it was sending little electric shocks up his leg. He couldn't help but think, 'Not bad, not bad at all.'
"Seriously, where'd you stash the keys? They're not here!" After what felt like ages, Margaret was sweating bullets, and William was still leaning on her.
William finally used his good hand to guide hers to the other pocket, his eyes twinkling. "Try here."
"You jerk!" Margaret rolled her eyes.
He'd totally pointed her to the wrong pocket on purpose.
All because she kicked him once, and now he was being petty.
Not like she meant to; he jumped in front of the knife himself.
Margaret grumbled to herself. She finally got the door open and practically dragged William to the couch. "Chill here for a bit."
Just as she was about to get up, she slipped.
Margaret yelped and landed right in William's lap.
"Wow, can't wait to get close, huh?" William's lips curled into a teasing grin.
Margaret's face went beet red, and she shot back, "You're just too heavy, and you made me help you. Or I wouldn't have been so tired that my legs gave out."
William leaned back, smirking. "You kicked me, remember?"
Margaret was at a loss for words. Would he ever let it go? It wasn't like she did it on purpose.
"I'll grab the meds." She changed the subject, bringing over the stuff the doc had prescribed. "This one's for drinking."
Before she could finish, her stomach growled.
William laughed. "Hungry?"
Margaret felt a bit awkward. She'd been running around all day and barely ate dinner. Now her stomach was making its complaints known.
"I'm starving too. Let's get some takeout," William said, pulling out his phone and scrolling with one hand. "What do you want?"
"Got anything in the fridge? I could cook. I'm pretty good at it." Margaret wasn't a fan of takeout; it always seemed kinda sketchy.
"You can cook?" William raised an eyebrow.
Margaret grinned. "Yep. Don't do it often, but today you get a special treat for saving my life."
"That's too little in return in a life-saving senario, don't you think?" William said, sitting up straighter, his eyes lingering on her face with a hint of something more.
Margaret shot him a glare, got up, and headed to the kitchen.
William's place usually had a housekeeper who'd come by to clean and sometimes whip up dinner. So, the fridge was always stocked with goodies.
Margaret opened the fridge and saw it was loaded. Even though it was late, she decided to make some noodles and a couple of easy dishes. She grabbed the ingredients, washed them, and got to work.
William finished his meds and glanced toward the kitchen.
From where he was, he could see Margaret's back.
She had an apron on and was busy cooking, looking like a wife making dinner for her hubby.
The scene was oddly cozy and heartwarming.
William felt something stir inside him and found himself walking toward the kitchen.
Bradley's words echoed in his mind, "Margaret's a gem. Spend some time with her, and you'll see. Don't let a good girl like her slip away."
Maybe he should really give it a shot and get to know her better.
Margaret was about to toss the ingredients into the pot when she heard William's smooth voice behind her. "Need a hand?"
She turned around to see William leaning against the door frame, hands in his pockets. His usually sharp features were softened by a faint smile, and his deep eyes were locked on her.
His gaze was almost magnetic.
Feeling a bit flustered, Margaret looked away and glanced at his leg, frowning. "Shouldn't you be keeping that leg still?"
William replied, dead serious, "So, I need you to help me to the dining room."
"Go on your own, I'm busy." Margaret pushed him out of the kitchen.
Seeing her act like an angry little bunny, William couldn't help but laugh.
When Margaret finally brought out the noodles, William was already at the dining table, waiting.
"Dig in." She placed the bowl and forks in front of him. "It's late, so I just whipped up some noodles. Deal with it."
William looked at the noodles, a bit surprised.
They looked and smelled amazing.
Watching her chow down, William's lips curled into a smile.
His fiancée wasn't putting on any airs.
Unlike Lucy and Ella, who always acted all prim and proper around him, trying to catch his eye.
But he wasn't into that.
Margaret finished her bowl and looked up.
William was just sitting there, his bowl untouched, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Why aren't you eating?" she asked, puzzled. "Don't you like it?"
William shook his head and waved his right hand in front of her.
"You can use your left hand!" Margaret snapped, annoyed by his antics.
William said seriously, "Left hand? Not my thing."
"So, you're not gonna eat?"
"Who said that?" William grabbed her hand with his left, stopping her from taking the noodles away. His eyes were deep, and he shamelessly said, "You feed me."
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