Chapter 494 The Mysterious White Rose
William immediately put on an innocent expression, changing his demeanor faster than anyone at the Fisher Group had ever seen. His grip on Margaret's waist tightened, pulling them even closer together.
"I can only say things like this to you."
Margaret had seen William's tender side before, but maybe the atmosphere was just right, warm and intimate. She began to relax, reaching out from under the covers to wrap her arms around William's neck. She moved a little closer, smiled, and whispered in his ear, "William, you're so sweet."
William didn't respond with words. His gaze deepened as he cupped Margaret's face, staring at her for a few seconds before suddenly leaning in to kiss her, gentle yet passionate.
His hands roamed over her body, leaving kisses on her neck and collarbone, marking her with small love bites.
Just as things were heating up, Margaret's sense of reason kicked in. She was a woman of principles and had vowed not to give herself to anyone before marriage, not even to William, whom she deeply cared for.
"No!" As William was about to take the final step, Margaret placed her hand on his chest, stopping him. "William... you promised me. We'll wait until after we're married, okay?"
William forced himself to rein in his desire, feeling a pang of frustration. For the first time, he regretted making that promise.
Margaret was truly a tease.
But seeing the look in her eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say anything that might pressure her. In the end, he had no choice but to agree, albeit reluctantly. What else could he do? She was his future wife, after all.
"Alright," he sighed deeply, his voice calm but tinged with suppressed emotion. He looked down at her, then playfully tapped her nose.
"You're going to be the death of me. Okay, you go to sleep. I... need to step out for a bit."
Margaret's face and neck were flushed red. She nodded slightly, turning over and wrapping herself tightly in the blanket. As the door opened and closed, she shut her eyes tightly, but a sweet smile played on her lips.
"That's it for today's interview. See you next time!"
Stepping out of the live studio, Seraphina collapsed onto the couch, stretching to relax her body.
Since partnering with Lyle, her popularity had skyrocketed. Her manager had lined up several interview shows and live broadcasts for her.
"Good job," her manager said, handing her a bottle of water.
"I'm so tired!" Seraphina groaned, lounging on the couch to ease her back. "Can I do a mukbang next time?"
"A mukbang? What do you want to eat?" Her manager glanced at her while organizing some papers.
"Anything, really. Or just get me a cup of hot cocoa," Seraphina mused, her face lighting up with anticipation, only to be playfully poked on the forehead by her manager.
"Don't you know hot cocoa is a diet killer for actresses? And have you forgotten you need to watch your weight? I noticed you looked a bit heavier in the last magazine shoot."
Hearing this, Seraphina, who had been patiently waiting to remove her makeup, immediately sat up straight and protested, "I am not heavier! Don't you know the camera adds ten pounds? My figure is perfect."
"Funny, considering someone was upset about being called chubby just a few days ago," her manager teased, prompting another round of protests from Seraphina.
On the way back in the nanny van, her manager suddenly mentioned that Seraphina might have to take on a new commercial soon.
"Don't stay up late tonight. Do some skincare."
"What kind of commercial? Makeup or skincare?" Seraphina asked curiously, leaning forward.
"Shampoo," her manager replied calmly.
"Shampoo?" Seraphina was taken aback, grabbing her newly dyed teal-brown hair. She fell silent for a moment.
She had just gotten used to her new hair color, and now she had to change it again. It was heartbreaking.
"It's not finalized yet, but it's almost certain you'll get the gig."
Her manager turned to look at Seraphina, who was already taking selfies with her phone, looking puzzled.
"Just commemorating it. Dyeing my hair is such a hassle," Seraphina said, her tone dejected, but her selfie expressions were lively.
"By the way, post something on Facebook to interact with your fans. You just finished a live stream," her manager reminded her.
Seraphina knew the drill. She picked a few photos she liked from her recent selfies and posted them on Facebook. Almost immediately, her phone started lagging from the flood of notifications.
Reading through the fans' comments, she couldn't help but smile.
Initially, she hadn't thought entering the entertainment industry was a good idea. Facing cameras and media every day felt suffocating.
But over time, Seraphina connected with her fans and saw how many people genuinely loved her, which moved her deeply.
Just then, a message popped up on WeChat. It was from Terry.
Since he had saved her last time, they had exchanged contact information and often chatted.
"Did you have a live stream today? Too bad I just got off work and missed it."
"You're just getting off work now? Doctors are so busy."
"A patient's condition worsened after surgery. It was a tough day."
"That sounds exhausting," Seraphina muttered softly, replying to Terry's message.
"It's part of the job. By the way, your new hair color looks great." Terry smiled as he looked at the photos on his screen.
"Thanks, but it won't last long. I'll have to change it soon."
Seraphina's message included a crying emoji, reminding Terry of the time her manager had scolded her over the phone in front of him.
They chatted a bit more until Seraphina arrived back at her apartment. Terry sensibly ended the conversation with a goodnight.
The next day, as Seraphina arrived at the company, the receptionist stopped her.
"What's up?" Seraphina asked, puzzled by the receptionist's mysterious expression.
The receptionist smiled and pulled out a large bouquet, startling Seraphina.
"These are for you," the receptionist said, handing over the flowers.
"For me?" Seraphina was taken aback, a strange feeling welling up inside her.
The receptionist couldn't be a fan, right? She had been working there for years. Why reveal it now?
Sensing Seraphina's suspicion, the receptionist quickly explained, "A delivery came for you today. It was addressed to you, but there's no name on it."
Seraphina held the bouquet, feeling a bit bewildered. The only thing in the bouquet was a childish card with a smiley face drawn on it, looking somewhat silly.
White roses were Seraphina's favorite, which wasn't a secret.
She didn't think much of it, as fans often sent her flowers.
But this time was different. Every day, she received a fresh bouquet with no name, just a simple smiley face drawing.
"Another bouquet?" her manager asked, seeing Seraphina walk in with yet another bunch of flowers. She casually flicked a petal and smiled at Seraphina.
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