Chapter 65 Worse Than Lyle?
William's brows knitted together, and the vibe around him got so icy it felt like the temp dropped a few degrees.
Did Margaret really think he was a stingy, bad-tempered, moody jerk?
To everyone else, he was like a king, the guy who had it all under control, totally out of reach.
But in Margaret's eyes, he was just... lacking?
How was he any worse than Lyle?
"William, what are you doing here?" Margaret stood up, eyeing the guy with the sour look on his face, kinda surprised.
Did he hear her chat with Xavier just now?
This could get messy.
If stingy William caught wind of it, who knew how mad he'd get?
William just said, all cool and detached, "Let's go home."
Margaret thought, 'Go home? What's William getting at? Does he want me to go home with him?'
Remembering the awkwardness from the other day, Margaret quickly shook her head. "You go ahead. I gotta work late. Not heading back tonight."
"Did you forget you have hypoglycemia? What if you pass out again? I don't wanna be hunting for a doctor for you in the middle of the night," William squinted and spoke coldly.
Margaret was willing to pull an all-nighter just to dodge him? Not even caring about her own health?
Did she really dislike him that much?
Seeing William bring up that incident again, Margaret felt a bit embarrassed. "It's not that easy to faint. That time was just a fluke. Can you drop it?"
"Let's go!" William glanced at his watch; it was already midnight, and he urged with a frown. "As your boss, I’m telling you to leave work and go home now."
William's tone was so bossy, there was no arguing with it.
She thought, 'Alright then.'
Margaret wanted to work late just to avoid William, but now that he clearly wanted to go back with her, there was no point in staying.
The rain started to pour down.
Margaret sat in William's car, watching the raindrops hit the windshield, the wipers swishing back and forth, her mind wandering.
She'd been in Ravenford for almost a month. She thought since she agreed to Xavier, she'd just go through the motions for these three months. After all, she and William didn't like each other. But things seemed to be going off-script.
William's actions towards her were more than just contractual. Sometimes he was bossy and unreasonable, but other times he seemed to care.
Last time, when Ella tried to stab her, William protected her without hesitation.
And today, William forced her to go home because he was worried she'd be too tired from working late.
Even though he was bossy, wasn't that a form of care?
Why did he care about her?
Just because she was his fake fiancée?
That seemed unnecessary.
Margaret had always been good at reading people. But right now, she couldn't figure out the guy next to her.
What was he thinking?
After three months, could she really break off the engagement with William and walk away unscathed?
Margaret glanced at William. His handsome face was expressionless, his strong hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, his deep eyes focused ahead. The silence in the car was suffocating. Feeling tired from the past few days of intense work, Margaret closed her eyes.
As she was chilling with her eyes closed, she suddenly heard William's smooth voice. "Margaret, am I really that bad?"
"Huh?" Margaret opened her eyes, kinda confused.
William turned his head and gave her a deep look. "Am I stingy? Bad-tempered?"
Margaret stayed quiet.
So he did hear her chat with Xavier just now.
This was super awkward.
Margaret rubbed her forehead. "William, do you have a habit of eavesdropping on other people's phone calls?"
William frowned. "Shouldn't I say you have a habit of talking smack behind people's backs?"
"Talking smack?" Margaret got a bit heated and glared at William. "What I said was the truth."
William's face turned icy. "So, I'm worse than Lyle in every way?"
Margaret was speechless. William was really good at jumping to conclusions. What did this have to do with Lyle?
"If you wanna think that way, there's nothing I can do," Margaret said angrily.
To William, this was like admitting that in her heart, he was worse than Lyle.
So, she could justifiably go to Lyle for endorsement?
Did she ever think about the fact that he was her fiancé?
"Damn it!" William's mind flashed to the image of Margaret and Lyle getting cozy in a café, and he slammed his left hand on the steering wheel, his face darkening. "Margaret, you better remember your place!"
Before William could finish his rant, the car lost control and swerved. He hit the brakes, but it still crashed into the guardrail. Tires screeched, and Margaret was thrown forward, almost hitting the windshield.
"What the hell just happened?" Margaret rubbed her head, a bit shaken.
William's face was pale as he opened the car door without a word and got out to check.
Through the window, Margaret saw William bending down to inspect the car, the pouring rain soaking him instantly.
Margaret grabbed an umbrella from the glove box, got out of the car, and held it over William.
William frowned and glanced at her. "Why'd you get out?"
"Is the car okay?" Margaret held the umbrella over William's head, half of her body getting drenched in the rain.
William reached out, took the umbrella from Margaret's hand, and tilted it towards her.
One umbrella wasn't enough for two people, so Margaret moved closer to William.
At this moment, she was completely soaked, water dripping from her hair and running down her face. And her white dress clung to her body, showing off her graceful figure and making her look stunning.
William felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, and he reached out to wrap his arm around Margaret's slender waist, pulling her close to him.
William lowered his head, his deep eyes staring at the girl in his arms. His usually cold eyes were now burning with a fire that could make anyone melt.
Such an intimate gesture made Margaret's face flush instantly.
She took a deep breath, struggled a bit, and said softly but firmly, "William, don't do this."
The night was deep and quiet. Rain poured on the black umbrella. Under it, William's handsome face looked cold, and the low pressure around him made Margaret feel like she was in an icebox.
After a long silence, William finally spoke coldly, "Is it because of Lyle? Am I really worse than him in every way?"
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