novelraw Chapter 325: I Want To Recite a Poem
Chapter 325: I Want To Recite a Poem
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In the quiet villa, because of the night, it seemed particularly cold and cheerless.
All lights in the villa were on. In a room upstairs, there was a slight sound from the door lock. Then, the door opened a crack. Someone poked a round head out of the door.
"You don’t sleep in the middle of the night. Are you pretending to be a ghost?"
A low male voice arose from overhead. There seemed to be some echoes in the quiet corridor.
"Oh my god!"
Margaret shivered from the gap between the doors. She was so frightened that she subconsciously wanted to hide. But she was so excited that she pulled the door handle first.
With a bang, the doors closed, squeezing her head between them.
"My head."
This time, she was caught in the doors!
Julian’s lowered eyebrows slightly creased. His deep black eyes and voice revealed his strange feeling. It was hard to see whether he felt angry or funny.
"You know that you are not smart, but you don’t need to prove it to me in such a hurry. You are so stupid to prove it in this way."
How could someone get her head caught in the doors!
Although he said that he disdained her, Julian’s palm was already on her head. He looked at the red marks on her head. Feeling powerless, he said, "Are you alright?"
"How can I be alright? Try it yourself."
Margaret felt pain. Tears welled up in her eyes. She almost found it difficult to breathe.
Although she was very angry, she was not in the mood to argue with Julian.
"I’ve only seen people cracked walnuts between the doors, but I’ve never seen someone cracked their head there."
Julian rested Margaret’s tear-stained face with his hands and carefully examined her head.
Fortunately, she wasn’t stupid enough to squeeze her face. Otherwise, he would take her to the hospital for plastic surgery in the middle of the night.
"I was scared by you. Why were you pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night?"
Although it was very painful, Margaret thought her head was as strong as iron, and the doors did not harm her vital parts. After being caressed by Julian for a while, it did not hurt so much.
"Why do you stay up late? Why did you come out?"
Julian didn’t feel angry when she yelled at him. Instead, he helped Margaret comb her messy hair.
Margaret felt a little guilty when being asked.
Of course, she couldn’t say that she came out for food!
She glanced at him and said, "It’s because you’re stingy and refuse to hire a chef. I’m hungry, so I want to go downstairs and cook for myself."
She only said she would not eat what he cooked, but she did not say she wouldn’t cook herself.
Julian saw that she was full of energy. Obviously, she was not so starving. He nodded. "It’s okay. You can go now. You can use all the ingredients in the fridge."
He would not argue with her.
"I, I am injured. I can’t cook."
Margaret could not let him know that she could not cook. She even didn’t know how to use the tools in the kitchen.
"So you want to eat raw food?"
"Does he think I am experiencing wilderness survival?" Margaret wondered.
Is she a primitive person? How could she eat raw food?
"I was scared by you. You are responsible for cooking for me!"
Margaret said in a very low voice in the end. Julian frowned, "What did you say?" Her voice was like a mosquito humming.
"I said you go to cook!"
Margaret bit the tip of her tongue and rolled her eyes. Her head turned away.
Although Julian still didn’t hear clearly, he could tell what she said from her unnatural look.
He didn’t want to argue with her, "What do you want to eat?"
"Fried Fish, Roasted Pork, Fish and Chips, Pie and Mash, and Shepherd’s Pie."
After quickly saying the names of the dishes, Margaret promptly pulled her head back and let out two fingers, whispering, "And two bowls of rice."
Julian stared at her with a cold gaze. His voice was calm, "You don’t sound very courteous."
"You asked, so I answered."
To put it bluntly, he asked for it.
Julian loosened his grip on her arms and pushed her onto the bed. Then, he turned around and walked out the door.
"Hey!"
Seeing him leave, Margaret seemed to remember something and quickly spoke up.
Seeing Julian turn around, Margaret showed a friendly and charming smile on her face. Her clear and sweet voice echoed throughout the room, "Can you make a soup too? Pumpkin soup will be great. I’m not picky!"
He had seen shameless people, but she was outstanding among them.
Her righteous look in the morning had long gone. He wanted to replay it for her again.
Looking at her pretty face and her expectant look, Julian only said lightly, "You can eat so much?
"Won’t you stuff yourself?" he thought.
"It doesn’t matter. I have a big stomach."
She had been hungry for the whole day. Now she could eat a horse.
Julian nodded and let out a word as he stepped out the door, "Foodie."
"If I hadn’t kept you to make food, you would be gone now!" Margaret thought.
The dining room, which was quiet and silent, became lively again.
After the bustle in the kitchen, Margaret sat at the dining table, eagerly waiting for Julian to serve the dishes.
To Margaret, Julian was pleasing to the eye for the first time.
Seeing the Roasted Pork served on the table, Margaret reached her hands out. But her hands were hit back by Julian.
"It hurts. Why? Didn’t you make it for me to eat?"
She was merciful enough to eat it, but Julian slapped her hands. Only Orlenna could treat her like this.
Julian was neither her dead father nor her biased mother. How dare he hit her with knife and fork!
She was a grumpy rich kid!
"Have you washed your hands?"
In disgust, Julian glanced at her hands and looked at her. Margaret had shamelessly picked up the knife and fork.
"Why do I need to wash my hands? I am using the knife and fork. I am not grabbing the food with my hands."
Then she picked up a piece of pork and ate it.
She was so hungry that she felt that this pork was the most delicious one she had ever eaten.
Julian thought she was so sloppy!
Although he looked disdained, Julian did not say anything. Instead, he took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of it. Then, he sat down opposite Margaret.
"Is it delicious?"
"Yup!"
"Does it smell good?"
"Yes!"
"Didn’t you say you wouldn’t eat what I cooked?"
Margaret was speechless.
The man who was surrounded by the light of the crystal lamp was very mysterious.
He was elegant and handsome. It seemed that he did not belong to this world.
However, the mocking smile on his face made Margaret feel particularly uncomfortable.
"I thought you were no pushover. You would rather starve than eat these dishes."
Julian put down the wine glass in his hand. He looked casual with his sleeves rolled up, "That’s why I added something special in the food while cooking."
Margaret swallowed the fried fish. Then she immediately widened her eyes and pinched her neck.
"There is always someone who wants me to die. But I just won’t!" she told herself.
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Julian shook the wine glass in his hand. The red liquid inside the glass shone like the beauty of amber.
He looked up and saw Margaret clutching her neck and staring at him with a ferocious face. She looked like a hanging ghost.
Julian was so scared that he almost threw away the wine glass.
He frowned and said, "What’s the matter? Did you swallow fish bones?"
She looked like she had taken poison.
Julian pulled Margaret’s head over and pinched her face with his thumb and index finger. He ordered coldly, "Open your mouth."
Margaret thought, "Screw you! I know how to open my mouth. You don’t have to be so violent."
Julian was full of concerns, although it looked like he wanted to take out her jaw.
Margaret blinked her eyes in pain. There was bitterness in her heart that she could not say. Julian held her face mercilessly and forced her to make an ugly expression,
"Swallow the food in your mouth."
Julian frowned and looked at the woman in front of him with disdain.
"My jaw is going to be broken by you."
Margaret used her full strength to finally push him away. She grabbed the cup on the table and drank a cup of water.
She seemed to have eaten a piece of pepper just now, and she even swallowed it in the end. How terrifying!
"Don’t worry. Your bones are very strong. They won’t break so easily."
Seeing that Margaret was still alive, Julian did not argue with her. He sat back in his chair and poured himself a glass of red wine.
This woman had scared him so much that he quickly drank a glass of red wine to calm himself down.
Margaret touched her sore jaw and glared at him angrily, "There are too many peppers."
Julian glanced at her and said coldly, "You plan to wash the dishes yourself later?"
"Julian, what do you think this is?"
Margaret reached out her white and tender hand and showed it to Julian.
Julian glanced at the palm in front of him. As a noble lady, Margaret’s fair skin and slender fingers looked beautiful and alluring under the light.
It was said that hands were a woman’s second face. Margaret maintained both of her faces well.
"What is this?" Margaret waved her hand in front of Julian. At this time, Julian was still lost in thought. Could he respect her hand?
Julian averted his gaze. The red wine passed his throat, and his red lips were stained with wine. He said lightly, "I am not blind."
Margaret nodded in satisfaction, "Is my hand beautiful?"
Julian was speechless.
He thought, "You are so shameless."
Seeing that he didn’t answer, Margaret didn’t pester him. She proudly pulled her hand back and admired it narcissistically.
"My delicate fingers will be used to guide my future husband. How can I wash the dishes for you?"
Julian almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of red wine.
Looking at Margaret in front of him, he looked more and more serious.
To not wash the dishes, Margaret could say anything shameless. Her thin red lips curved up.
Julian was so angry that he laughed instead. He grabbed Margaret’s hand in his palm.
"Miss Anderson reminded me of a poem."
Margaret wondered, "Do you think this is a talk show? You want to recite a poem?"
"Which poem?"
Julian put down the glass in his hand and stood up. His voice resounded, "Why don’t you fly with the wind, nine myriads of miles in the sky?"
Margaret was speechless.
What did this poem have to do with her?
Margaret looked at Julian’s back as he went upstairs and rolled her eyes in disgust, "What was so great to recite poetry? I’ll teach you a lesson when I’m powerful and rich."
Watching Julian walking away dashingly, Margaret thought, "I’ll break those legs."
After the meal, Margaret’s stomach finally felt a little more comfortable.
Margaret looked at the empty dishes on the table and smiled in satisfaction.
Although Julian was not a good man, the dishes were delicious. For the sake of food, she would forgive him for now.
She held her stomach and climbed up the stairs with difficulty.
While walking, she texted Orlenna.
"Orlenna, your long-lost biological daughter has been found. Do you want to take her home?"
Less than half a minute after the message was sent, Margaret received a reply.
"No thanks."
Margaret thought, "Am I adopted?"
"Dear mother, your darling who was alone outside missed you."
When this message was sent, Orlenna immediately replied with a voice message. Margaret excitedly clicked it. Orlenna’s voice, without any warmth, echoed in the corridor.
"Margaret, will you die if you are not so hypocritical?"
Margaret thought, "I can’t be her biological daughter!"
Orlenna sent another voice message, "Stay at the Jorgansen’s. And marry Julian immediately when the wedding is ready. Stop being dramatic!"
Orlenna’s voice was accompanied by the crying of a child.
Margaret angrily put away her mobile phone and thought, "You don’t care about me anymore now that you have grandsons. I knew it! I won’t let you hug my kids in the future."
Julian had just finished his last video conference. Before he ended the call with his assistant, someone knocked on the door of the study.
There were only two people in the house right now, and it was obvious who was outside the door.
Julian held his phone in one hand and opened a gap in the door with the other. He glanced at the woman with a frown on her face.
"Julian, I have a stomachache."
Margaret leaned against the door frame with an agonized look. Why couldn’t Julian put down his phone and help her?
Julian said something to his assistant and hung up the phone. He glanced at Margaret and said coldly, "Are you stuffed?"
"Why are you cursing?"
Margaret frowned, almost wanting to attack him.
With an unwilling expression, she said, "I just ate too much. You’re the one who’s stuffed."
Julian ignored her. He turned around and went back to the study room. He quickly
took his coat and walked out, "Go back to your room and put on an extra layer."
"What for?"
Margaret looked at him warily, "Are you gonna walk me because I ate too much?" she wondered.
She wasn’t wrong.
"Let’s go out and take a walk."
"I’m not going. It’s so dark outside, and there are few people here. What if you take me to a place where no one is around and want to hurt me?
"You look like a beast with a human face."
Julian wanted to slap her face with the door panel. He sneered in anger, "Do I need to do that?"
If he wanted to make a move on her, it would be easy. In a few more days, he could do whatever he wanted to her.
"Am I wrong? I’m so beautiful. My skin is so tender. And I’m ho..."
Julian couldn’t listen to her anymore and covered her mouth. He dragged Margaret back into the room, "Come out after you change your clothes."
After hearing this woman’s nonsense, he thought he should have cooked two more dishes to directly stuff her to death!
"Why don’t you fly with the wind, nine myriads of miles in the sky?" This poem means: Why don’t you go to heaven!