novelraw Chapter 322: Is It Too Late To Sit on the Ground Now?
Chapter 322: Is It Too Late To Sit on the Ground Now?
"Hilla, I am going to die."
Hilla picked up Margaret’s video call and heard the wail. "What’s the matter? Are you unhappy at home?" she asked worriedly.
Hilla knew that Orlenna had sent Margaret back to prepare for the wedding since it was approaching. The Andersons had lots of things to do.
Bruce was not in the company. Orlenna was even busier. There were also two babies to take care of. More of the wedding matters were waiting for Margaret, the bride-to-be, to decide.
After all, it was Margaret’s wedding. Even though she wasn’t very fond of marrying Julian, yet every woman had some sort of expectation of their own wedding.
"Orlenna doesn’t care about me at all, okay? She threw me to Julian. I am now a fish on the chopping board, a canary trapped in a cage, a princess immured in the palace..."
"Are you with the Julian?" said Hilla, sounding relieved.
Although the Jorgansen’s was not as comfortable as the Anderson’s, with her identity and Julian by her side, Margaret wouldn’t be bullied.
The Jorgansens wanted a daughter-in-law with an equal background. Margaret, by her prestigious last name, was certainly to suffer no contempt.
At this time, an alarm sounded in Margaret’s head. She suddenly realized the relationship between Hilla and Julian.
Hilla must have felt bad at the thought of their wedding.
However, her sister-in-law had an unfulfilled relationship with her fiancé, what could she do?
"Even if I live in the same room as him, nothing will happen. I don’t like his looking. And he is just a little smarter than me. If it were not for the fact that I can’t beat him, I wouldn’t end up here."
Margaret didn’t want Julian, but she was also afraid that Hilla would have kept some fantasies about him.
If that was the case, she would be so sorry to Bruce and the Andersons.
"Hilla," she thought, "you have to remember that you are already married, and you are an Anderson now!"
Hilla turned around, glanced at Bruce who was walking over. She thought that Margaret was still biased against Julian and was not satisfied with the marriage arranged by the Andersons.
"Julian is a good person. He won’t let you be wronged. Moreover, you have the Andersons. You should try to understand him more. You might be tempted," Hilla
said bracingly.
Margaret thought she had understood Julien enough. She was even aware of the old affair between Julian and Hilla. She didn’t want any more details.
Before Margaret could speak, Bruce’s face appeared on the phone. "Bruce, I have something to tell you." Margaret impatiently spoke up.
This time, she would speak out her mind. "I’m willing to sacrifice my marriage for the Andersons. But I don’t agree with the marriage between the Andersons and the Jorgansens."
Bruce had returned from the tropics. Many people wanted to make connections with the Andersons. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t choose another life partner.
"There are plenty of candidates that are more suitable than the Anderson family. The Keys, the Marleys, and the Fentons. They are all more eminent than the Jorgansens. Bruce, I’m your only sister, the only daughter of the Andersons. You must find a good marriage for the Andersons, isn’t that good?"
She thought, "Why does it have to be the Jorgansens? The Jorgansen family was not even in the hands of Julian. Things were too uncertain."
Bruce’s gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the screen and land directly on Margaret.
His thin lips slowly curved into an arc as he said coldly, "You’re right. But unfortunately, the young misters from the families you mentioned don’t like you."
"DON’T LIKE YOU..."
Margaret felt as if something had stabbed her in the chest which destroyed her soul.
Hilla took the phone from Bruce and frowned unburdened, "Don’t say that, Margaret will be sad."
Bruce glanced at Hilla, looking impassive. "That’s because you don’t understand her well enough."
Hilla put away her phone skeptically. Having been sisters for so many years, how could she not understand Margaret?
Looking at the call that had been interrupted by Bruce, Margaret blinked, as if she had just snapped back to reality from the sound of "They don’t like you".
The next second, the phone was thrown on the sofa.
Margaret yelled angrily, pointing at the blacked-out screen, "Scum of the Andersons! How dare you slander me? They don’t like me? It is me who doesn’t like them! I take no interest in their wealth."
After finishing the discourse, she was still unsatisfied. So she threw herself on the bed in frustration and rolled around several times.
Her gaze fell back on her phone. "Bruce, God will punish you for belittling your own sister!" said Margaret furiously.
Therefore, she decided not to tell him that Hilla asked about Julian.
"I’m such a princess, gorgeous and rich." She thought, "Whoever doesn’t like me must have been blind!"
Recovered from her gripes, Margaret meandered downstairs, where she saw Julian, who was busy in the kitchen.
She peeped her head through the door as if had forgotten her sulk. "You cook?"
"I learned it when I was in school. But not really cooking, just preparing food."
Julian was cutting carrots. His movements were smooth and ordered. The way he used the knife indicated that he was a dexterous cook.
Margaret frowned and examined the man a few times, then started to doubt herself.
Julian was handsome, well built, highborn, and able to protect her in a fight and he could even cook. What a perfect guy!
Margaret sighed, gripped the door frame with her fingertips, and muttered, "No wonder Hilla would like you."
Now she felt that a cold-blooded and boring man like Bruce was simply incomparable to Julian.
Bruce was inhumane. Could he still be considered a human?
"Hilla was not the only woman who likes me."
Hearing Margaret’s words, Julian raised his arm that was soaked in water, and glanced at her, "Pull up your sleeves."
"Narcissist!"
Margaret rolled his eyes in disdain but obediently went forward, let him fold her sleeves.
Julian smiled with satisfaction and petted Margaret on the head, "Not everyone is capable of being a narcissist."
"What are you doing? Your hand is wet."
Margaret took a step back in disgust and raised her hand to tidy her hair.
Julian pinched her cheek with his wet fingers, "Your skin is well maintained. You are almost thirty, aren’t you?"
Margaret was speechless.
"Julian, you are dead!" she thought to herself.
...
The group of people found a house in Dragon Hills.
Having used to sleep in the car, Hilla found herself unable to fall asleep.
Halle and Horton lived the next door. Seeing that the lights in their room were still on, Hilla hesitated whether to visit them and chat for a while.
Just as she approached, she heard Emily’s innocent voice from inside. "Mom sleeps here, dad sleeps here, and Emily sleeps in the middle. We are a dear family."
Emily seemed to be very happy, although the adults were not.
Halle looked at Horton awkwardly and whispered, "Your leg is not healed yet. Let Emily sleep with me. I am afraid that she will smash you while sleeping."
Halle’s voice was gentle. Her concerns weren’t fake either. Yet Horton felt wrong.
He stared at his injured leg strangely through his glasses.
Was he recovered or not?
"Mom, I’m a good kid when I sleep. I don’t smash people."
Emily blinked her crystal black eyes, looking at Halle obediently, and whispered, "If boys sleep with girls, they will have babies."
Halle blushed and looked nervously at Horton. "Don’t listen to Emily. She doesn’t know what she is talking about."
"I understand."
Halle felt that her words were a little incoherent. But in front of Emily, she did not know what to say.
She looked up at Horton awkwardly and shyly, only to find that Horton had turned his head to the side. The tips of his ears were slightly red.
Halle was stunned for a moment, and then recovered, feeling both angry and amused.
They were both adults. Now the two of them were legal husband and wife. Not to mention that they had a child as big as Emily. Yet they felt embarrassed for sleeping together.
Perhaps it was because they had been very polite to each other since they got married. A sense of alienation had developed somehow.
As a woman, she was naturally shy from mentioning sex. And Horton had injured his leg. What could possibly happen between them?
They had to wait until they returned to River City and when Horton’s leg recovered.
"It’s too late. It’s better to rest early!"
Halle said quickly, then pulled over the quilt and lay down.
Emily came over with a sweet smile on her face. "Mom, can I sleep under your quilt?"
Halle nodded and pulled Emily in. However, her eyesight met Horton’s inadvertently.
Horton had taken off his glasses. His eyes were in bright amber. They weren’t dark, yet deep. As if he had hidden some unspeakable words inside, and was ready to let her know.
Halle was stunned, just for a glance of him.
Emily looked up from her arms, "Mom, your quilt is so hot."
"It must be the air-conditioner."
Halle regained her senses and turned aside. But she couldn’t help peeking at him.
The distance between the two of them was only3 feet, yet it felt like a river. And Halle felt hotter.
It was not the first time that they sleep together. But the longer they lived together, the weirder she felt.
Emily looked at Halle, and then looked at Horton. Her face was wrinkled. She was a little unhappy.
Recently, Mom had been paying more attention to dad. Was she going to become a child that no one wants?
"Sleep early. The weather should be good tomorrow."
Horton didn’t know what to say, so he closed his eyes to hide his nervousness.
If they continued to get along like this, he would never have sex!
The few of them stayed in Dragon Hills for a few days. The villa was surrounded by ordinary mountain villages. The environment was well-protected. The stream water was so clear that they could see the fish.
It was said that the mountain spring here was drinkable. They rented two rafts, wanting to explore the lake and mountains.
Emily was probably the happiest one among them. Children always seemed to have a special love for the water. Halle said worriedly, "Be careful, don’t wet your clothes."
The water was not deep, but it was exceptionally cool. Halle was afraid that Emily would catch a cold and wanted to hold her in her arms.
"Mom, look, there are small fish."
Not only fish but also packs of baby fish. Emily was curiously lying on the chopping board, suddenly, she reached out her small arm, wanted to catch them.
"Emily, be careful!" Halle cried, startled by Emily’s dangerous behavior.
The next second, she saw her daughter rolled into the water.
The surface of the water began to ripple. The raft was shaken by the waves. Halle was shocked. Her first thought was to jump into the lake.
Only the sound of water could be heard in the mountain stream, followed by the cries of a woman, and then the sound of someone jumping into the lake.
Halle slumped on the raft, watching Horton picking up Emily, who was all soaked.
The stream was waist -deep. Horton’s steps were particularly steady. In his arms was the little girl who was shivering.
Emily nest tightly in Horton’s chest. Her little face was pale and wet, not knowing if it was water or tears on it. All they could hear were her coughing and sobbing.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s fine."
Emily was only choked by the water. Fortunately, Horton was quick enough.
His clothes were drenched. The cold wind from the valley made him shiver. Yet none of these was as strong as the panic he felt just now.
Under the golden glasses, Horton’s eyes were full of worries. His mouth was set in a grim line.
Not knowing if it was because of the frozen weather, Horton looked messy yet handsome. At the moment, there seemed to be something fermented in the air. When Horton’s realized it, Halle had been staring at him for a while.
"Don’t worry, Emily is fine. She just needs a hot bath."
Fortunately, the water was shallow and clean, so there was no need to worry about infection.
Horton thought that Halle was too worried about Emily, which was why she looked at him with a strange look.
After being handed to her mother, Emily immediately nestled into Halle’s arms with a wronged expression, shaking her little body and twitching, but did not cry.
Seeing that Emily was only feeling cold, Halle felt relieved. She turned to look at Horton, frowned, and whispered, "Is your leg alright?"
Horton was stunned. He was too anxious just now that he forgot that his leg was still bandaged. In Halle’s eyes, he was still a patient.
"Is it too late to sit on the ground now?" he thought.