novelraw Chapter 321: His Leg Is Fine
Chapter 321: His Leg Is Fine
What a shameless guy! How dare he ask me to bear his baby! Go on dreaming!> cursed Margaret. She looked at the man in front of her. His breath fell on her face. She was in a daze for a second and then pushed Julian away. Her face was flushed, but she tried to act like she was mad, "Who wants to have a baby with you? I’d rather give birth to a potato." Julian smirked, "Why don’t you give it a try?" After saying that, he pushed Margaret to the woman behind him. "I’ll leave her to you!" Freya rolled his eyes and held Margaret’s shoulder strap, "I really question your taste sometimes. What’s so good about this girl?" She did look pretty, but she was not a very good judge of character. "Come with me, kiddo." Margaret came back to her senses and glanced at the woman who was holding her hand. "Come with you? Why would I do that? Who the hell are you?" Margaret looked up and got out of her hands arrogantly. She moved further away from them in disgust. She was the daughter of the Anderson family, so it was okay for her to be capricious and stubborn. Otherwise, these people would think that she was easy to bully. "You have quite the personality. Where did Julian get a treasure like you?" Freya had long heard that the Anderson family of River City had a history of bullying others. The rumor turned out to be true. But then she realized that this girl would become a member of the Jorgensen’s, so she frowned and looked at Julian with sympathy. She would surely make Julian suffer a lot. God’s mill grinds slow but sure. A lucky man would not stay lucky forever, and they would send someone to mess with you. "His treasure?" She did not fancy this man at all. Margaret looked at Julian unwillingly. Don’t assume that she would fall in love with him because he was handsome. Julian got a lousy record on her. He used to like her sister-in-law, and he was the enemy of the Anderson family. The Anderson family’s enemy would be her enemy as well. And her lifelong wish was to draw a line between Julian and her. "It seemed like we had a relationship, but we are not close at all. Don’t talk nonsense." Margaret muttered, but she was lack of confidence, so her voice got weak. She looked away and didn’t dare to look at Julian. Freya raised his eyebrows and looked at Julian playfully with an evil smile. "So you guys are not close at all! It seems like someone is not charming enough to win her heart. Well, you better keep trying." Freya was so happy seeing the awkward expression on Julian’s face. She grabbed Margaret’s wrist and said friendly, "You are mine now. Come with me!" Then Freya took Margaret upstairs. Margaret was so confused. But she did not expect the woman in front of her to be so strong that she got dragged upstairs even though she struggled. She couldn’t help but look at Julian in the living room. Who was this woman? What was the relationship between those two? Why did she have to go with this woman? In the room upstairs. Freya grabbed Margaret’s waist and smiled strangely. "You got a tiny waist." As expected, Julian liked skinny girls. "What are you doing?" Margaret took two steps back in horror and looked at Freya defensively. "Take off your clothes. Hurry up!" Freya stepped forward. Margaret fell onto the sofa in panic and held on to her collar. "I, I’m straight. If you are starving for sex, Julian is downstairs. You can ask him about it." "He would love to help you. But I’m a woman, so I can’t!" What kind of monster did Julian bring home? Margaret shivered and pursed her lips in disgust. "Kiddo, you are not so smart, but your brain is quite active." Freya took a step forward and grabbed Margaret’s arm, then she pulled her up from the sofa. "Stand still. Stop moving around!" "Don’t waste my time. Hurry up and take off your clothes." Freya was about to do it herself. She had just gotten off the plane, and she was experiencing jet lag. She wanted to go back and catch up on sleep. "No! I won’t take my clothes off." Margaret crossed her arms in a defending position. Freya couldn’t help but laugh. She teased Margaret, "You didn’t let me do it, and you didn’t do it yourself. Are you waiting for Julian to take it off for you?" "What the hell are you talking about? Why should I listen to you? It’s my body and my clothes. I get to do what I want." "Alright, if you don’t want to do it, I’ll get Julian to do it for you." "I dare you!" Margaret got mad. Why did Julian bring in this woman? Wasn’t she enough to please him that he wanted to play threesome? That’s so weird... "What are you thinking, kiddo?" Freya saw Margaret’s strange expression and asked curiously, "You are so shy. Don’t tell me that you two haven’t slept yet..." "What are you talking about? It’s none of your business anyway." Margaret blushed and looked away awkwardly. Freya laughed, "It can’t be. What’s wrong with Julian? You two are getting married, and you guys never slept with each other?" That was cute. "I didn’t expect Julian to be so innocent. Are you guys planning to save your virginity till the wedding night?" Will she get smarter on the wedding night? Margaret frowned and said in a low voice while she was blushed, "What are you talking about? Who wants to have sex with him?" "You are about to marry him, and you still haven’t had sex with him yet. Could it be that you are seeing someone else?" Julian didn’t even get to do it, and someone else did it first? Freya began to feel sorry for him. "Well, that’s understandable. It’s a business marriage between the Jorgansen family and the Anderson family anyway. So it’s normal that you guys don’t have feelings for each other. Kids nowadays are quite open..." "Stop your nonsense. I’m the daughter of the Anderson family, I had a lot of money, I’m pretty, and I have integrity. Wait for a second... Who the hell are you?" After talking for a while, Margaret finally realized something. Why did she stay here and talk with this woman? Do they know each other? Freya asked curiously, "Didn’t Julian tell you who I am?" Margaret thought that she wasn’t familiar with that man anyway. Freya smiled charmingly and fondled Margaret’s little face. "You can call me aunty as Julian did." The corner of Margaret’s mouth twitched. Aunty? More like a devil to her. ... Margaret was pulled over by Freya and realized that Freya seemed to be measuring her size after a while. "Are you also a designer?" She looked at Freya and asked, her face frowning unwillingly. There was Hilla, the best designer in her family. If she needed some clothes, she would not look for Julian’s aunt. Freya seemed to see through her thoughts and glared at Margaret in a very unfriendly manner. "I’m not a designer, but I have the best wedding dress design team." "You want to make me a wedding dress?" Margaret was stunned. The resistance in her heart disappeared, and a strange feeling began to emerge from the bottom of her heart. Perhaps every girl had an indescribable yearning and expectation for the wedding dress and was even touched by the sacred and significance. She unnaturally turned her head to the side and tugged at the corner of her vest with a guilty look. "I have seen a lot of beautiful wedding dresses. What your team design is not necessarily more beautiful than them." Freya looked at Margaret’s expression and felt that she was quite cute when she was shy. It was no wonder that Julian liked her so much. She was exactly the type of Julian. "You have seen a lot of beautiful dresses, but I’m sure that you have never tried one or known what suits you the best. But the designer knows it." Freya smiled and winked at her as if conveying her some kind of information. Margaret snorted, raised her tiny face, and said arrogantly, "I’m very picky. I won’t wear what I dislike." Freya ignored her struggle and wrote down her size, ready to call it a day and go home. However, before leaving, Freya did not forget to make fun of her. "Being picky is the customer’s encouragement to us. Whether you wear it or not, we don’t care. Anyway, Julian has already given us the money. You wear it for him to see, unless... you want to wear nothing." "Oh, if that’s the case, Julian will be pleased." Freya smiled mischievously, and her gaze seemed to inadvertently drift past Margaret. Margaret had already taken off coat when being taken the measurements. At this time, Margaret was only wearing a thin white vest, and the soft, light silk was so skimpy to almost reveal her body. Only then did Margaret feel that she had been teased. She angrily pulled her clothes over and covered her body. She glared fiercely at Freya. "You’re talking nonsense. That’s not what I want." "Stop, stop looking at me. If you look again, I will poke your eyes blind." Margaret was so shy that her face turned red. She could only stomp her feet angrily and put on a fierce look. Freya was even more amused, but she did not make things difficult for her. He took his things and went downstairs, leaving Margaret alone, rolling on the bed in frustration, and staying upstairs all day. She finally understood that there were no good people in the Jorgansen’s. Julian’s grandfather got a daughter when he was old, and Freya was five years older than Julian. They did not have any feeling of disharmony when standing together. Freya was just as annoying as Julian. When Hilla received the video call of Margaret, they were arriving at the next destination, the Dragon Hills. It was said that there was a divine spring here that was spat out in the mouth of a dragon. The old man could prolong his life if he drank it. The children could become clever when they drank it. With the water, the man could strengthen his body, the unmarried woman could become more beautiful, and the married woman could give birth to a baby. There were a lot of people here, elderly, children, men, and women. Of course, most women came here for children, so this was like a children-expectation spring. Emily ran out happily like a bird out of a cage as soon as she got out of the car. Seeing this, Halle could only chase after her, leaving behind the unhappy Horton with Hilla and Bruce. Looking at the travel list given by Margaret, Hilla sighed for no reason. What was wrong with her? Couldn’t she arrange a normal tourist attraction for them? In this way, she was afraid that they would go home early. She felt pity for her honeymoon that was several years late. She really wanted to tell Bruce that this time did not count. "This place seems pretty good." Hilla comforted herself and couldn’t help but mutter, "I want to go to the beach to catch abalone." Looking back at the silent Horton, Hilla couldn’t help but frown. She felt that there was something wrong with him in the last two days. "Did you quarrel with my Halle recently?" Even if they quarreled, it would be Horton’s fault. With Halle’s temper, if no one provoked her, she would not take the initiative to quarrel with others. Horton came back to his senses and saw Emily and Halle, who had run into the square in the distance, came back, then he turned his head to the side and seemed to complain and feel wronged. "No." You’re already like this, yet you still say you don’t have any unhappiness? Hilla rolled his eyes. "OK, then that’s none of my business," she thought. In any case, Horton didn’t intend to tell her. Hilla walked directly to Halle and Emily. There were only two men left. The environment here was very ancient. Although it looked like an ordinary village, the living conditions here were not worse than that of the last place. Because it was a tourist attraction, the natural environment here was very well protected. The entire hills had the most simple appearance, and the top floor was covered with bluestone platforms. The crooked bluestone steps looked particularly steep. Emily clumsily climbed up with her petite body, and Halle followed behind her with a worried face. Hilla seemed to be curious about everything. Bruce looked from afar. His deep and serene gaze seemed to carry a deep affection so that one could drown in his eyes at a glance. And Halle, from beginning to end, could only see a small figure. "Your leg is almost healed, right?" Bruce suddenly spoke. Beside him, Horton, who was sitting in the wheelchair, did not speak. He only pursed his thin lips, his eyes dark and unclear. "Marriage that comes from pity won’t last long. You still want to sit in the wheelchair for a lifetime?" Bruce seemed to have easily seen through Horton’s conspiracy. Horton said coldly, "If I stand up now, I’m afraid she will not care about me." Halle seemed to only care about Emily, and he knew that he should not be jealous of a child, not to mention that the child was her daughter. However, he just felt unhappy. The more polite and careful Halle was in front of him, the more he thought that Halle was taking good care of a patient. Her concern for him seemed to be only because his leg was injured. What if he was not hurt? After he married Halle, Horton found that he seemed to have changed and liked her more, wanting to get more from her. Bruce looked at Horton sympathetically and said, "You’ve been married for so long. I guess you haven’t had any intimacy yet." After he finished speaking, he seemed to mock Horton as he glared at Horton’s legs. "I hope you didn’t lose your sexual capacity after suffering such a serious injury." Horton was mad with anger. He wanted to cut off relations with Bruce.