Chapter 94 Can You Tell Me About Marjorie?
William's mature vibe totally wrapped around Margaret.
Margaret paused for a sec and then said, "It was your grandpa."
"For real?" William raised an eyebrow, his voice all deep and magnetic.
Margaret nodded quickly. "Yeah, he made you eat that stuff. Isn't that just saying you can't handle things in bed?"
"Still got the nerve to say that?" William's face darkened, but there was a flicker in his deep eyes. Who knew what Bradley had him eat? But right now, William felt like he was buzzing with energy.
The woman in his arms, so delicate and charming, like a flower about to bloom, made him want to pluck her.
Margaret licked her dry lips. "I didn't say that."
That little move was so tempting, William couldn't help but lean in and kiss her.
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. She saw William's handsome face getting closer and closer, until his lips landed on her cherry-red lips.
As their lips met, a scorching heat spread from her lips, and Margaret suddenly snapped out of it, turning her face away. Her heart pounded, and blushing, she pushed William away. "I'm gonna take a shower."
With that, Margaret quickly ran into the bathroom and took a hurried shower. But she hadn't planned to stay, so she didn't bring any change of clothes.
"William, can you come here for a sec?" Margaret called out shyly.
William's deep voice came from outside the bathroom door. "What's up?"
"I didn't bring any clothes. Can you go to Water Moon Estate and get some for me?" Margaret touched her flushed face.
William smirked. "Grandpa locked the door. How am I supposed to get them?"
"Can't you ask him to open the door?" Margaret felt super embarrassed.
"Nope." William shot her down flatly.
Margaret was speechless. Just as she was about to call Bradley to ask him to open the door, William's magnetic voice sounded again. "Open the door."
"For what?" Margaret asked cautiously.
"To give you clothes." William's clear voice came through.
Margaret hesitated for a moment, wrapped herself tightly in a towel, and then cracked the bathroom door open. William handed her a package.
Margaret quickly closed the door and opened the bag to look inside.
Sure enough, there were clothes, including a set of brand-new women's underwear and a clean white shirt. But the shirt was huge, and it was a man's shirt. Could it be William's?
Margaret frowned. Did William keep women's clothes in the old house? Did he often bring girls home?
Quickly putting on the clothes, Margaret opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
As Margaret walked out, a flash of heat flickered in William's deep eyes as he stared at the girl in front of him.
Her hair was wet, with water dripping from the ends, and she was wearing his white shirt. Her curvy figure was faintly visible under the shirt, and her long, straight legs were incredibly sexy and alluring.
He swallowed hard.
"William, where'd you get the women's underwear?" Margaret's face turned red under William's gaze, trying to change the subject. "Do you bring girls home often?"
William chuckled, his voice deep. "Margaret, are you jealous?"
"Just answer the question," Margaret said seriously.
William cleared his throat. "I dunno. It was just on the sofa. Maybe Grandpa had Isolde prep it for you."
Alright then.
Margaret was speechless again at Bradley. The guy thought of everything.
"I'm beat and need to crash early." Margaret eyed the big bed in the center of the room. "I'll take the bed tonight, you get the sofa."
William shot her down coldly. "I can't sleep on the sofa."
"Then I'll take the sofa," Margaret said, heading towards it.
Just as she took a step, William grabbed her. "You're the guest. No way you're sleeping on the sofa."
Margaret lost her balance and fell into William's arms. She quickly stood up and glared at him. "Then what do you suggest?"
"Obviously, we share the bed," William lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
The next second, before Margaret could react, William scooped her up.
"Hey, William, what are you doing? Put me down!" Margaret struggled. This guy was nuts!
William carried her to the bed, leaned over her, and raised an eyebrow. "I'll show you just how capable I am in ways you'll never forget."
"That's enough! If you try anything, I won't hold back!" Margaret tried to get up, but William's weight pinned her down, making her both angry and embarrassed.
Originally, William just wanted to mess with her. Seeing her angry face, he stopped teasing and stood up.
Margaret sat up, still shaken, leaned against the headboard, and glared at him. "Don't come any closer."
William's gaze deepened as he sat next to her and looked at her. "Margaret, have you thought about your grandpa's suggestion?"
Margaret was slightly taken aback. "What?"
William was serious. "Maybe we could try to develop a relationship?"
Although his first impression of Margaret wasn't great, thinking she was a gold digger, after a month of getting to know her, his opinion had completely changed. Her extraordinary work ethic, strong and independent personality, were unlike any woman he'd ever met.
In fact, many times, he found himself inexplicably drawn to Margaret, wanting to help and protect her when she faced difficulties.
Looking into William's deep and serious eyes, Margaret took a deep breath and calmly said, "William, I want to ask you something."
"What?" William was momentarily stunned.
Margaret suppressed her complex emotions and said expressionlessly, "Can you tell me about Marjorie?"
William's eyes darkened. Recently, he seemed to think of Marjorie less and less.
After a moment, William spoke in a deep voice, "What do you want to know?"
Margaret asked directly, "You like her, right?"
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