Chapter 98 Marjorie is Also Afraid of the Dark
"Go on, open it," William said, his voice unusually soft, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Margaret eyed the thermos suspiciously before opening it. The smell of her favorite dishes hit her nose immediately.
"Where'd this come from?" she asked, taking a deep sniff. She'd been so wrapped up in work that she forgot to eat, and now her stomach was growling.
William's smile widened a bit. "I made it."
He knew once Margaret got into her work, dinner was the last thing on her mind. So, he went home, whipped up her favorite meal, and brought it to her.
Margaret felt a warm glow in her chest and smiled. "Thanks!"
"Dig in, see if it's any good," William said, plopping down in the seat next to her. He watched her eat, his eyes soft, a gentle smile on his face.
"It's really good," Margaret said, genuinely impressed.
Just then, her phone rang with a cheerful tone. She glanced at the screen—Lyle was calling.
Seeing "Lyle" on her phone, William's face turned serious again. Margaret shot William a look, then ignored him and answered the call. "Hey, Lyle, what's up?"
Lyle's voice was concerned. "I saw the news about Royal Radiance. I know it's rough, but don't worry. I'll testify for you and prove you didn't plagiarize."
When Lyle was shooting the endorsement ad, the "Ice and Fire" sample had already been made and used. So, Lyle could indeed prove that the sample existed before Royal Radiance's news dropped yesterday. Even Bruce, Seraphina, and others could back her up.
But Royal Radiance would be ready to hit back hard against the Fisher Group. Proving Royal Radiance plagiarized at the press conference in two days wouldn't be a walk in the park.
Margaret gave a faint smile. "Thanks, but I got this. Right now, I'm more worried about how my design got leaked."
Not too many people knew about the "Ice and Fire" design, but it wasn't a short list either. From Olivia in the design department, Bruce from Fleurancia and his assistant, the ad shoot photographer, the endorsers, and even some high-level execs in the company had seen the "Ice and Fire" sample.
Basically, any of them could've leaked it.
"Who do you think it was?" Lyle asked.
Margaret felt the cold vibe from William beside her and narrowed her eyes. "No idea."
After hanging up, Margaret turned to William with a slight smirk. "Who do you think leaked it?"
William stayed calm. "I've got Peter on it. We should know soon."
Margaret nodded and dropped the subject.
After finishing her meal, Margaret wanted to dive back into work, but William insisted on taking her home. "Your health's not great. You should head home and get some rest," William said, leaving no room for argument.
Margaret felt a bit stuck. If she didn't leave, William wouldn't either. And with him sitting right there, she couldn't focus on her work. So, she had no choice but to follow him home.
They stepped into the elevator, and the doors slid shut. Margaret reached out to press the button for the basement, but suddenly, the light above flickered and went out, plunging them into darkness.
Margaret let out an involuntary scream. She'd been scared of the dark since she was a kid.
A weird phobia gripped her, freezing her in place. Margaret crouched down, her mind flashing with fragmented memories, but she couldn't latch onto anything.
Just as she felt the fear and despair closing in, she heard William's deep, soothing voice in her ear. "Don't be scared."
William wrapped his strong arm around her, pulling her close, his lips near her ear as he whispered, "I'm here. Don't worry."
His voice was like a lighthouse in the storm, bringing her warmth and light. The fear in her heart melted away, and she felt a huge sense of security in his arms.
"What happened?" Margaret asked, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.
"Looks like the elevator's busted," William said, using his phone's light to look around, frowning.
"So, what now?" Margaret asked, clinging tightly to his shoulder, worried. She really hoped they wouldn't be stuck in this dark, cramped elevator all night.
Seeing her vulnerable side, William's lips curved into a smile. He hadn't expected the usually tough and independent Margaret to be so soft and endearing. Holding her tightly, he inhaled her faint scent, feeling that familiar sensation surge through him again.
Margaret and Marjorie, were they really not the same person? Why did they give him such a similar feeling?
Seeing William silent and just holding her tightly, Margaret looked up slightly. "William?"
Snapping back to reality, William said in a deep voice, "I'll call security to get someone to fix it."
Soon enough, a repairman arrived and fixed the elevator. The lights flickered back on, and the elevator was bright again.
"You okay?" William asked, looking down at the girl in his arms.
Margaret then realized she was clinging to William, her arms around his neck, almost hanging onto him. The position was way too intimate.
Feeling a wave of embarrassment, Margaret quickly let go. "Sorry, I'm just really scared of the dark."
William looked deeply at her and said in a low voice, "Marjorie was scared of the dark too."
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. So, just now, William had mistaken her for Marjorie again?
Margaret pressed her lips together, about to speak, but then heard William's deep, husky voice in her ear. "Are you really not Marjorie?"
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