Chapter 56 It's That Time of the Month
Seeing the scene in front of him, William's handsome face turned stormy.
What the hell was Margaret doing?
Why was she with Lyle?
And why were they all over each other in public?
William stormed over, his face like a glacier, and demanded, "Margaret, what the hell are you doing?"
Margaret shoved Lyle away, spun around, and met William's icy stare. She forced a smile and said, "Nothing, just asking Lyle for an autograph."
"Really?" William frowned, eyeing Lyle with obvious doubt.
Lyle's face was blank, but his eyes were a mess of emotions as he glanced at William.
"Of course," Margaret said, tugging at the corner of her mouth and grabbing William's arm. "Let's get outta here."
As Margaret and William walked away, Lyle's eyes filled with frustration and sadness. Why did she pick William? Didn't she know he had always loved Marjorie? He didn't love Margaret and never would. One day, she'd realize that only Lyle truly loved her and was the right one for her.
Margaret clung to William's arm as they headed back to the private room.
"Do you know Lyle?" William's face was dark, and his probing gaze fell on Margaret's face.
Margaret forced a casual smile. "Lyle's famous, who doesn't know him? Besides, you just introduced him to me as your friend."
"Really?" William squinted his eyes slightly.
Earlier, Margaret and Lyle were all touchy-feely at the restroom door, clearly not just for an autograph.
What were they up to?
William knew that Lyle had a girl he was head over heels for.
She was a rich heiress and Lyle's boss.
Lyle loved that girl just as deeply as he loved Marjorie.
Lyle had been chasing that woman and couldn't possibly look at any other girl.
So, was it Margaret who made the first move earlier?
Could it really be as Abigail said? That Margaret liked to seduce rich guys?
William didn't believe Margaret was that kind of girl, but how could he explain what he saw with his own eyes?
"Yeah. I almost got it. If you hadn't shown up suddenly, he would've agreed to give me an autographed photo," Margaret said guiltily, seeing William's dark face. "Next time, you gotta help me get an autographed photo from him."
William glanced at her and said nothing more.
The vibe in the private room was kinda awkward.
Margaret lowered her head and silently ate her food, but her stomach felt increasingly uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" William noticed something was off with Margaret and asked.
Margaret's face was pale, and the pain in her stomach was getting stronger. She stood up. "My stomach hurts."
"I'll take you to the hospital." Concern flashed in William's eyes as he took a long stride to Margaret's side. "Are you okay?"
Margaret's stomach pain was unbearable. Propping herself up on the table, she wondered if it was her period. The familiar warm flow suggested it was, but it had never hurt this much before.
"I..." Margaret opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly her vision went black, and she swayed and fell to the side.
"Margaret, Margaret, what's wrong?" William's voice had a hint of panic as he reached out and caught her.
He quickly carried Margaret to a nearby sofa and suddenly noticed some bloodstains on her dress.
Why was there blood? Was she hurt?
She was fine just a moment ago; how could she suddenly be injured?
William's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took out his phone and called his childhood friend, Harlan Thorne, saying in a deep voice, "Get here within five minutes."
The Thorne family had been doctors for generations and had a close relationship with the Fisher family. Harlan had inherited the family hospital at a young age and was highly skilled.
At that moment, he was at a bar, chatting with an actress. When he received William's call, he curiously asked, "What's up? You sick? Why so urgent?"
"Cut the crap and get over here!" William urged impatiently.
"Alright, I'm on my way." Harlan, thinking something had happened to William, didn't dare delay and quickly rushed to the restaurant.
"Check her out; she's hurt." Seeing Harlan arrive, William breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Harlan's surprised gaze fell on William's hand tightly holding Margaret's. When had William ever been so nervous about a woman?
"Who is she?" Harlan's curiosity was piqued. "Why are you so nervous? Is she Marjorie?"
William shot him a cold glance. "Don't talk nonsense. She's Margaret."
"Margaret?" Harlan exclaimed. "Your fiancée in name? The one your grandpa forced on you? Didn't you not like her? Why so nervous?"
"Stop talking and check her out." William's cold eyes swept over, and his slender fingers pointed at the bloodstains on Margaret's dress. "She's hurt."
"Hurt?" Harlan looked at the bloodstains on Margaret's dress and observed for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You're so nervous; it's just her period."
"What? Period?" William was confused.
William finally got it.
"Then why did she faint?" William asked, still worried.
Harlan looked at the food on the table. "She has low blood sugar, probably due to irregular eating and overwork. She just needs to rest more."
William nodded with a cold face, feeling a bit regretful. He shouldn't have forced her to stay and work overtime.
When Margaret woke up, she was already in William's room at Water Moon Estate.
She groggily opened her eyes and saw William's handsome face.
"You're awake?" William looked at her with deep eyes.
Margaret rubbed her eyes. "Weren't we having dinner? What happened to me?"
"You fainted." William replied, his expression a bit uneasy. "That, um..."
"What?" Margaret frowned, trying to recall why she fainted. She remembered William asking her to work overtime, then taking her to a restaurant for dinner, where she met Lyle. Later, her stomach hurt. Yeah, it was her period.
Margaret looked down and suddenly realized her dress had been changed. Could William have done it?
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