Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 326: Is It Enough To Devote Myself to You?

Summer was coming, and the weather was getting warmer day by day.

Margaret walked behind Julian unwillingly. Just as she walked out of the villa, she hugged a pillar.

She stared at Julian with resentment, saying fiercely, "I’m stuffed. You did it on purpose!"

If he hadn’t wanted to marry her, she, a sensible girl, could have agreed with him immediately.

Julian turned around and smiled coldly. In the dim light, his handsome profile looked mysterious.

"Stuff you on purpose? Yeah, of course. And I’d like to knock you down now," he thought.

Seeing that he was silent, Margaret had a silly grin on her face. "Am I right? Tell me, what did you put in the dishes?"

She was never afraid of any poison.

Julian stared at the woman and frowned. He stepped forward and pulled Margaret off the pillar.

The next second, he hoisted her up.

Margaret was shocked. She subconsciously hugged his shoulder and struggled in his arms. "What are you doing?"

She thought, "We are from respectable families. Don’t do anything against the law!"

"You refuse to move. I think you want me to carry you."

Julian carried her forward and threatened, "Don’t move. There is no one here. No one would hear you even if you lost your voice from screaming."

Margaret looked at his serious face and rolled her eyes. "Who do you think you are?"

He couldn’t get his way.

"Margaret."

Julian suddenly looked down at the woman in his arms.

Margaret was stunned. She felt embarrassed and had a sense of crisis. "What do you want to do?!"

Why did he call her name at midnight? Did he want to do terrible things to her?

She would call for help!

In the dim light, Julian stared at her with thoughtful eyes. She felt lost in the deep

sea.

Margaret pursed her lips and avoided his eyes. She muttered, "If you have anything to say, just say it. Why did you threaten me?"

Seeing her terrified face, Julian stopped looking at her but curled his lips into a smile. In the quiet street, he said, "Be a good girl. I’m not a saint. If you provoke me again, I will do something to you."

He smiled gently at her. His voice sounded casual, as if he asked her to dinner.

Margaret suddenly fell into silence.

He looked gentle. Why did she feel a little afraid?

"Put me down, I ... You’re holding me. How do I walk myself?"

"Aren’t you unwilling to move?"

Hearing his words, Margaret murmured, "I’m still digesting."

"You ate too much today."

"What?"

Was Julian saying she ate too much? She was not sure.

"Walking is good for digestion," he added.

Perhaps he had also eaten too much and was so bored that he took a walk with her.

Margaret looked up at Julian in confusion.

She could see his handsome profile, his strong jaw, as well as the starlit sky.

Her heart leaped when she smelt his perfume mixed with the sweet flowers in the air.

Margaret put her hands on her chest and frowned slightly. She might have a heart attack.

Hilla was going to bed when she received the call from Margaret.

Seeing Bruce sleeping soundly, she put on a coat and walked out of the room.

"Hilla, I’m sick."

Hearing her weak voice, Hilla frowned and said worriedly, "Why are you sick? Have you caught a cold? Did you go to the hospital?"

She thought about whether she should text Julian and let him know that Margaret was ill.

"It’s not that kind of illness." Margaret sighed.

Hilla was stunned!

Could it be a terminal illness?

"Margaret, don’t be afraid. I’ll tell Bruce, and we’ll go back right now." Hilla turned around and was about to wake up Bruce. Margaret quickly answered, "I’m not sick."

"Are you sick or not?"

Margaret was at such a young age. Hilla was worried that she hid her disease from her family.

Hilla was reminded of her fear and helplessness when she had been diagnosed with uterus tumors.

Even if a disease was not fatal, it was hard for a young person to accept the unexpectedness.

"I’m not sick, not ... What I meant was not physical illnesses."

Margaret explained with a little anxiety, "I think I have some mental problems."

Hilla breathed a sigh of relief and was a bit speechless. She didn’t hang up and returned to the room. Instead, she sat down on the steps.

Hearing Margaret’s hesitant voice, she said resignedly, "Is it related to Julian?"

Margaret nodded, "You guess right."

Hilla smiled and replied, "Julian is a good man."

"It’s normal that you like him." she thought.

"Hilla, can my depression be cured?" Margaret’s question made Hilla speechless.

"I heard that people with major depression are likely to kill others."

Hilla didn’t know how to answer.

"Whenever I think of Julian, I want to chop him up. I’m afraid that if I couldn’t control myself, I would take a cleaver from the kitchen..."

Hilla realized that she had misunderstood.

"Don’t you like Julian?"

Margaret jumped out of anger as soon as she heard Hilla’s words. "How is that possible? How can a jerk be worthy of my love? He is despicable. He is ... shameless."

"He just..."

On her way home, he had pressed her against a wall and had forced a kiss on her.

She had to admit that she was a little engrossed in that kiss.

However, she just failed to resist his temptation for a moment. At most, it was considered as a weak mind.

But Julian, who seduced her and her sister-in-law at the same time, was a real bastard.

Thinking of this, Margaret trembled with anger. She felt that she hadn’t slapped him hard enough just now.

This kind of man should be beaten to death. "What did Julian do to you?" Hilla said worriedly.

She believed in Julian. She knew he would not hurt Margaret, but it would have been hard to say if Margaret had provoked him.

After all, a dozen of Margaret couldn’t defeat Julian.

She was worried that because of being tortured badly by Julian, Margaret would chop him up out of anger.

As soon as Hilla finished speaking, on the other end of the line, Hilla heard Julian’s voice. He said resignedly, "I just kissed you. Is there a need to complain? Childish."

As expected, before Julian finished his words, Margaret got angry. "What do you mean? You stuck out your tongue, and you grabbed mine..."

Hilla rubbed her forehead and hung up the phone.

She wanted to know if she could be compensated for being angered by them.

...

The lights of the gorgeous villa scattered across every corner of the courtyard through the bright window.

The surrounding grass was dyed gold. The enchanting red peony swayed slightly in the air, as if it was listening to the bustle in the room through the wall.

In the room, Margaret’s face turned red with a twisted expression after seeing Julian. "You, who allowed you to enter my room?"

"You are not only stupid but also poor in memory. Do you need me to remind whose house this is again?"

Julian walked over and snatched the phone from her hand to throw it to the side.

The expression on his handsome face was not gentle at all.

Margaret was so angry that she was to jump up when she saw her phone was thrown on the opposite sofa.

"Who did you say was stupid?"

"I didn’t say anything." He only said that she had a poor memory.

"Don’t tell others about this kind of thing in the future. I still want to save face though you don’t find it embarrassing."

Julian said indifferently. He had just changed into a gray night-robe and surrounded by a faint scent of shampoo. His half- dried black hair was scattered on his eyebrows, adding a bit of laziness and charm to his stern face.

It was not hard to figure out a man’s intention when he went to a woman’s room after taking a bath at midnight.

Margaret sneered. She was so angry that she trembled at the thought of what had happened outside just now.

"A shameless person like him wants to save face? Does he even have a sacred thing called face?" Margaret thought.

"Embarrassing? It’s you who should feel embarrassed. It’s shame on you to kiss me without my permission and refuse to admit."

Margaret said with assurance and straightened her body subconsciously. She was as vibrant as a gamecock full of fighting strength.

Julian frowned and became a little serious somehow. "Did I deny it?"

"You have kissed me. Why don’t you admit it?"

Julian nodded. "I admit."

His attitude was so good that one could not blame him.

"You ... It’s fine that you admit it. You kissed me and even stuck your tongue out. You also scratched me here. It’s all red. Look!"

Margaret stretched out her arm and showed the red fingerprints to Julian like a child who was showing evidence.

There was a deep sense of grievance and blame in her eyes as she looked at Julian.

Julian glanced at her arm. His finger marks on her milky white skin were ironclad evidence.

The soft and silky touch still lingered on his fingers and clung to his memories.

He frowned and said in a cold voice. "You fell down on dog shit. Is it a crime to save you?"

He pulled her arm in case she would fall on a rock.

He overexerted as he was too anxious. He didn’t expect Margaret to pull him back.

He was also a victim.

Was that a kiss?

The truth was that his lips had bumped into Margaret’s teeth and got bitten. He also felt wronged and had nowhere to complain.

"Who, who stepped on dog shit? That’s a mud pit, a mud pit!"

Margaret shouted with her neck upturned. She almost jumped onto the sofa to look down at the man in front of her.

"It was wrong of him to think he was overwhelmed as he was taller than me. The Andersons would never admit defeat," Margaret thought.

Julian looked at Margaret’s flushed face and reminded her with disdain, "Don’t you know whether it is a mud pit or not?"

"You ... Julian... I will kill you."

Margaret was sure that if given a knife now she would definitely poke this man into a hornet’s nest.

But when she thought of how embarrassed she was just now ... No, she couldn’t recall that. It was definitely a mud pit!

"You jerk, you kissed me for nothing?" She thought he should apologize to her.

Julian gazed at Margaret’s red lips which were particularly tempting under the light as they were full and moist.

Although it happened in a flash, he still remembered the taste.

He asked sincerely, "Is it enough to devote myself to you?"

Margaret thought, "Fuck you! Don’t you have a bottom line?"

"You took advantage of me."

"I took it at the sacrifice of myself."

The more sincere Julian was, the more cunning and sinister Margaret felt about him.

Even the overbearing president in the novel knew they should be reserved. What was the difference between him and a rapist?

However, she was as wretched as a white flower. He bullied her instead as he couldn’t get his beloved one, Hilla.

Her life was so bitter!

"No one wants your dirty body and sinful soul. Granted that you want to devote yourself, I don’t want to accept."

Margaret shouted as her eyes went red. This man was too shameless. However, her bad luck today made her feel so wronged that she wanted to cry. She wanted this man to disappear immediately.

Julian looked at her and sighed, "It’s fine if you don’t want to accept. Then I have to constrain myself. It’s late. Go to sleep!"

Julian patted her head as if he was patting a kitten.

Margaret was so shocked by his words and she watched him leave and even kindly closed the door.

Margaret thought, "What did he mean by ’I have to constrain myself’? What was there to constrain about?"

Sitting in the yard, Hilla hung up the call and looked at the scattered stars in the sky.

She shivered when recalling Margaret’s words.

The two of them didn’t do anything, did they?

"Why are you sitting in the yard rather than going to sleep at this late hour?"

With a gentle concern coming from behind, Hilla turned around and saw Halle walking out. "Halle, why did you come out?"

She couldn’t help but look behind her after asking. She didn’t continue until making sure Hall came out alone, "Is Emily asleep?"

Halle nodded and sat down by Hilla’s side on the steps.

The sisters looked at the same starry sky with familiar silence surrounding them.

"I received a report from the hospital."

Halle’s voice was a little soft but with a hint of complicated emotion in it.

Hilla suddenly felt uneasy and turned to ask, "Is there anything wrong with the report?"

She knew that Halle had taken Emily and Horton’s hair for a DNA test a while ago.

Halle smiled silently. "Yes, the result is out and nothing is wrong with it. There is no doubt that Emily is the daughter of Horton."

Halle lowered her head and smiled with self-deprecation.

She didn’t know the meaning of doing that, either. If not Horton’s child, who else’s daughter could Emily be?

But Horton did not believe. That was the only thing she could do. "I even didn’t dare to show the report to him." It was a kind of doubt and irony to do the test.

It was as if she was trying to prove her innocence and telling Horton that she was pure. However, did it matter whether she was pure or not since she was a divorced woman?

It was ridiculous to think of this. "Actually, I know that Horton will treat Emily very well no matter Emily is his child or not, because he is a very good person."

He was so good that it made her feel that she didn’t deserve him.