Chapter 58 Have You Seen Enough?
Seeing that ridiculously good-looking face get closer and closer, Margaret's heart was doing somersaults.
"William!" A sudden voice shattered the moment.
Margaret shoved William away and sat up, feeling a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.
Why was her face on fire? Why didn't she push him away sooner? Was she really that mesmerized by his looks?
She glanced up and saw the intruder was none other than Abigail.
Margaret couldn't help but frown. What was Abigail up to now?
Abigail strutted in, her heels clicking, shot a glare at Margaret, then turned to William, trying to hide her jealousy. "William, am I interrupting?"
William's expression turned cold instantly, the warmth in his eyes vanishing.
He gave Abigail a sideways glance. "Why are you here?"
"How's your hand? I got some special ointment for you; it's really good," Abigail said, pulling a tube from her bag and offering it to William.
"No need." William pushed her hand away, his voice flat. "I have ointment."
Seeing the disappointment in Abigail's eyes, Margaret chimed in. "You only use the ointment I got you, right, babe?"
William responded with a nonchalant nod.
Abigail thought, 'Babe? Really, Margaret? You shameless woman!'
Abigail bit her lip, trying to stay calm.
"Are you still mad at me?" Abigail lowered her eyes, putting on her best pitiful look.
"You must've misunderstood. Yesterday, Daisy insisted on coming to the office to find you, and I couldn't stop her. She was just worried because William got hurt saving you. Understandably, she was upset. Please don't be mad."
Margaret's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Really? It seemed like you were the one who told her about William's injury yesterday, right?"
"I didn't." Abigail bit her lip, wanting to say more, but William cut her off.
"Enough, Abigail, go back to school. Don't come here unless it's necessary." William's voice was cold, clearly dismissing her.
Abigail's heart sank, but she said, "William, I came specifically to bring you this ointment."
"Didn't I just say? William doesn't need you worrying about his injury. He's doing it for your good, so you can focus on your studies and stop having any wild ideas," Margaret said with a smile, but her words were sharp.
In front of William, Abigail held back the urge to lash out at Margaret and said sadly, "William, I'll leave now. But keep this ointment; it might come in handy later."
Abigail placed the ointment on the table and turned to leave.
Margaret glanced at the ointment. "Your cousin brought this ointment for you specifically. Aren't you going to keep it?"
"Don't need it," William said flatly.
To Margaret's surprise, William tossed the ointment into the trash can.
"Why did you throw it away?" Margaret asked, astonished.
William looked at Margaret deeply, his tone teasing. "Didn't you say I only use your ointment?"
Margaret was left speechless.
A noise behind Abigail made her freeze, emotions swirling. William had tossed the ointment she brought for him!
All because of that witch Margaret! Abigail's jealousy flared up; she was more determined than ever to get rid of Margaret.
But William was shielding Margaret, and even Daisy couldn't do anything.
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Abigail's head.
She wasn't the only one who wanted Margaret gone.
For instance, Lucy wanted Margaret out of the picture just as much as she did.
Even though Abigail didn't like Lucy, she disliked Margaret even more right now.
She knew Lucy's feelings were just a one-sided crush; William didn't care for Lucy at all. Her main rival was Margaret, and she didn't need to worry about Lucy.
But, she could use Lucy.
When work ended, William took Margaret back to Water Moon Estate.
Isolde had whipped up a table full of dishes, all of Margaret's favorites.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Isolde said with a smile.
William nodded, speared a piece of beef, and placed it in Margaret's bowl, his gaze soft. "Try it, see if you like it."
"It's really good." Margaret tasted it; the beef was crispy and tender.
"From now on, if you want anything, just tell Isolde," William said smoothly, holding a fork with his long fingers, eating dinner with grace.
His features were perfect, his face sculpted like a work of art. Even just eating dinner, he looked incredibly noble and flawless.
Margaret was momentarily dazed. "Okay. Thanks."
"No need for such politeness between us," William said casually.
Margaret smiled, looked up, and unexpectedly met William's gaze. His eyes were like the vast ocean, deep and mysterious, as if they could pull her in.
She increasingly felt that William was really good-looking.
"Have you seen enough?" William suddenly asked.
His magnetic voice reached Margaret's ears, making her feel awkward. "I wasn't looking at you."
"I saw it." William chuckled.
Margaret glared at him. "If you weren't looking at me, how would you know?"
William raised an eyebrow, looking at Margaret with a half-smile. "Right, I won't deny it, you're very beautiful."
Margaret's face turned slightly red. Did William have to be so charming? What happened to his cold demeanor?
The atmosphere in the dining room became a bit awkward.
At that moment, Margaret's phone rang, breaking the silence.
Margaret took out her phone and saw that Lyle was calling.
Remembering what William had said to her that morning, Margaret pressed the reject button.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?" William asked in a deep voice.
Margaret cleared her throat. "Spam call."
As soon as she finished speaking, the phone rang again. It was still Lyle.
Lyle seemed persistent, like he wouldn't stop until Margaret answered.
Margaret frowned, picked up the phone, and stood up. "Sorry. I need to take this call."
Watching Margaret's graceful figure disappear through the dining room door, William's handsome face darkened.
Whose call was it? Why did she have to take it behind his back?
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