Chapter 69 The Homebody William
William was chillin' in his comfy home clothes, movin' around the kitchen like he owned the place. The morning sun was streaming through the window, giving him this warm, golden glow.
He was seriously good-looking, with a sharp nose and those killer thin lips. Hard not to stare, honestly. Usually, he was all business and no fun, but right now, he had this laid-back, homey vibe. Even rockin' an apron, he looked like a total stud.
Margaret was kinda lost in her thoughts, just watchin' him.
"Hey, you're up?" William turned around when he heard her, giving her a quick look.
Margaret snapped out of it, a bit confused. "What are you doing in the kitchen?"
"Isolde's got the day off," William said, all cool and collected.
"Gotcha." Margaret nodded. "Can you even cook?"
William's lips curled into this smooth smile. "Why don't you find out?"
Turned out, William could cook like a pro. Margaret sat at the table, munching on the fried eggs he made, and couldn't help but gush. "This is seriously good."
Who would've thought the big-shot CEO could whip up breakfast like this?
Margaret looked at William with a whole new level of respect.
"If you like it, have some more." William smiled, his long fingers placing a sandwich on her plate.
Feeling his care, Margaret felt this warm, fuzzy feeling inside.
Actually, William wasn't bad at all—tall, handsome, powerful, rich, and a total boss in the business world. He was pretty much the perfect guy. Maybe she should think about what Xavier suggested.
Just as they were enjoying their cozy breakfast, William's phone rang, totally killing the vibe. With a quick swipe, William answered, his voice deep. "What's up?"
Peter's voice came through. "Sir, about the studio's spotlight, we've tracked down the workers who did the maintainance."
"Okay," William said, staying calm.
"Three workers were checking it out, and now one of them has quit," Peter continued. "The other two said the one who quit was in charge of the spotlight."
"Look into it," William's face darkened, his lips barely moving.
After hanging up, Margaret couldn't wait to ask, "Any news on the spotlight thing? Found out who did it?"
William squinted a bit. "Still digging."
Seemed like this was more complicated than it looked.
After breakfast, Margaret went back to her room, grabbed some ointment, and was about to put it on her leg when she heard a deep voice from above. "Let me handle it."
She looked up to see William's familiar, handsome face.
"No need. I can do it myself," Margaret said, pausing for a second.
But William took the ointment from her without a word and squatted down.
"You helped me when my hand was messed up. Now it's my turn," William said, his voice low and matter-of-fact.
"Alright then," Margaret said, figuring there was no point in arguing.
William's fingers dipped into the ointment and gently rubbed it onto her leg. The cool ointment and his touch sent a shiver up her spine.
Margaret's cheeks turned pink for no reason.
"All done." William stood up, his eyes intense. "Make sure you keep applying it, or it'll scar. Not a good look."
"Got it." Margaret stood up too, but her leg had gone numb from staying still too long. She wobbled and fell right into William.
"Whoa, careful!" William caught her in a flash. His strong hand wrapped around her waist.
Feeling his warmth, Margaret found herself pressed against him, her breath hitching, and her face heating up again.
What was wrong with her? Why did she always end up in these awkward situations with William?
William looked down at her, her face all flushed, making her look even more tempting. His eyes darkened with desire.
Without thinking, William leaned in to kiss her.
Seeing his handsome face getting closer, Margaret froze, her mind going blank.
Just as his lips were about to touch hers, a cheerful ringtone broke the moment. Margaret snapped out of it and quickly pushed him away. "Your phone's ringing."
William's face darkened, his eyes still smoldering with unfulfilled desire, as he coldly picked up his phone.
It was Peter.
William frowned and answered, "What is it?"
His voice was colder than usual, making Peter gulp. Bad timing, huh?
But he had to report.
Peter cleared his throat. "The worker who quit is named Thaddeus. I had someone look into it, and his whole family moved abroad a few days ago."
"Moved abroad?" William's eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, and Thaddeus's bank account got a deposit of five hundred grand a week ago," Peter continued.
"Got it." William's eyes turned icy.
"What happened?" Margaret had caught bits of the conversation and asked, concerned.
She really wanted to know who messed with the spotlight, almost causing it to fall on her. If William hadn't saved her that day, she might still be in the hospital.
William calmly repeated Peter's words. Margaret was shocked. "So Thaddeus just happened to move abroad?"
William nodded. "Yep."
It was clear the spotlight incident was tied to Thaddeus. But Thaddeus was just a small-time repair guy, and suddenly he had five hundred grand in his account. Someone had to be pulling the strings.
Who could it be?
What was their goal?
Were they after Margaret? Annie? Lyle?
Or maybe, were they targeting William, or even the whole Fisher Group?
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