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

Chapter 339: You Can Count on Me

Riya looked at the cold and ruthless female doctor in front of her. She was restless and said in a low voice, "Doctor, if I want to have an..."

"Abortion?"

The doctor said calmly and looked at Riya who could only nod, "If you don’t want a baby, why didn’t you control it? How many times have you been pregnant? How many abortions have you had? How many kids do you have? Smooth deliveries or cesarean sections? Any history of a drug allergy?"

Riya was lost for words.

"Could I leave now? I regret being here," Riya thought.

She pinched her fingers and said in a low voice, "One, one time, just this once."

"Do the check-up first. It depends on your physical condition. Will your husband be here?" The doctor asked with a better expression.

Riya didn’t know how to reply.

She had no courage to continue.

"I, I’m unmarried."

"The agreement cannot be signed by your boyfriend. Let your family come over then."

Riya felt a sense of suffocation!

In the examination room.

Margaret looked at the beauty in front of her and smiled shyly, "Doctor, thank you."

The doctor glanced at her and said expressionlessly, "It’s useless to thank me. Lie down and take off your pants."

Margaret frowned and looked at the simple bed behind her, unwilling to lie down. She blushed and muttered, "There is no need. Just write me infertility. I will definitely show my gratitude."

Margaret said sincerely. She looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her who was covered by a mask and only revealed her eyes. She gritted her teeth and thought, "Do I have to mention Horton?"

The doctor was wearing disposable medical gloves. She raised her hands slightly and looked at Margaret, "Go out, turn right to the hall, and go straight."

Margaret was stunned, "A checkup at the entrance of the hospital?"

"What kind of place do you think this is? Can doctors do whatever they want? Don’t waste medical resources if you don’t want to have a check."

Margaret was almost kicked out of the examination room. She had to compromise

and finish the examination.

If she hadn’t been examined, she was afraid that Orlenna would really punish her.

Margaret slowly walked out of the examination room. She glanced at the nurse who was passing by and smiled, "Is the premarital health check-up for men over there?"

The nurse glanced at her and nodded.

Margaret slowly walked over.

If I happen to see something, I definitely cannot be blamed.> Margaret muttered in her heart and silently praised herself.

Outside the male examination room, Margaret secretly glanced inside. But the door was immediately slammed shut by the person inside.

You just have abdominal muscles and good shape. Not something new.

Back then, as a special assistant of the Jorgansen Group, I had been with Mr.

Jorgansen all year round. So much time in the hotel suites.

I had seen his wardrobe malfunctions many times, much more pleasing.

I was so pure that I had never thought of being his woman.

A good girl like me is nowhere to be found.>

The door of the examination room opened. Julian looked at Margaret who was standing at the door with changed expressions and frowned slightly.

"What kind of expressions? She smiled and flattered for a while, then curled her lips with disdain, and now smiled so treacherously", he wondered.

"Are you here to see me take off my clothes and then use your fantasy? There is absolutely nothing good in your mind."

Margaret was shocked by Julian’s sudden voice. She looked up to meet his deep black eyes. The corners of his mouth curved into a smile that was not a real smile.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

After Margaret complained, her gaze fell on the man’s chest.

Julian had a suit jacket on his arm and his black shirt was half-open.

He was gracefully buttoning his shirt. One by one, he slowly moved upwards, gradually covering his exposed skin.

Margaret swallowed a mouthful of saliva. After taking a deep breath, she turned around and struggled to shift her gaze away from him. She muttered softly, "Shameless."

"Shameless? You squat at the door of the male examination room and want to take the opportunity to peek at me. Isn’t that even more shameless?"

"You want to dress me? Don’t worry. There will be a chance when we get married."

Julian buttoned up his shirt and calmly put on his suit jacket. He regained his former abstinence, which made Margaret feel a little tense.

"You, you’re talking nonsense. I didn’t want to peep at you. Who wants to marry you and who wants to dress you? Do you have no hands or feet?"

Margaret would keep herself sober as long as she was with Julian so that she could fight back at any time.

Julian gave her a cold look, noticing that she raised her little face, who clearly had no courage to look at him, but pretended not.

"Margaret ... you got fat!"

It must be the result of puffing herself up at her own cost.

Margaret was stunned, and immediately stopped pretending.

She touched her face and said in a panic, "Really? Is it obvious? Is my face fatter? How about taking a thin-face needle?"

As she spoke, she looked at her figure in a panic, "Am I really fatter? It’s all because the dishes at home are too delicious. What if I get too fat to wear a wedding dress?

"It has already been changed once. If it is changed again, it will be very ugly!" At this moment, Margaret was in a panic.

Julian looked at Margaret with satisfaction. He said coldly, "Margaret, you really want to marry me, right?

If you are afraid that I will dislike you, just eat less to lose weight." Margaret was stunned on the spot. Soon, she noticed his cunning smile. "You are too narcissistic!" Margaret satirized him secretly. Who really wants to marry you? Julian, you think too much!"

"Why was there no brain cancer test? He obviously had a brain tumor. I really should introduce him to Horton. The risk of surgery could be reduced," she thought.

"I’m afraid I’m so fat that I don’t look good. I can admire myself, can’t I?" Margaret said.

"The premarital health check-up for Julian." The voice of a nurse came from behind.

Before Julian could speak, Margaret directly rushed over. The nurse was surprised by her and frowned, "What’s your relationship with Julian?"

Margaret said coldly, "His would-be wife." She wanted to see if Julian was healthy.

The nurse sized her up and replied, "Your fianc is in good health. May you have a child early."

Margaret was speechless and wanted to let him be checked again.

...

Margaret shifted her gaze from the check-up report to Julian at the side in a sulk.

She couldn’t be resigned to it.

"Even if you’re healthy, I won’t be resigned to marrying you. Stop dreaming. I won’t yield so easily."

Margaret’s voice was not loud, but it was easy enough to reach up to Julian’s ears.

Julian turned and suddenly bent. His lips grazed her ear, making her feel itchy. He said in a low voice, "What are you muttering?"

Margaret was startled by Julian’s sudden approach. She subconsciously dodged aside. Then she looked up at him and snorted.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Don’t worry. It will have something to do with me soon."

Julian shook the report in his hand and smirked.

Julian had deep-set black eyes. It seemed that his weird glance flashed across Margaret’s startled and fine face.

Margaret was stunned for a moment before she realized what Julian meant. Then she burst into anger and reached out to snatch the report in his hand.

"Stop daydreaming. I won’t marry you. Even if I marry you, you never expect to keep me under control."

Margaret thought,

If only I found out that Julian had some incurable illness. Then I can break off the engagement in triumph.>

Margaret reached out her hand with great difficulty, but she could not reach the report above her head.

Julian would lift his arms every time she jumped up, as if he was deliberately teasing her.

Just as Margaret was straining to jump up, her body suddenly tilted, with a strong arm around her waist. Then she was pulled into Julian’s arms.

Margaret lost her balance and fell forward. Then, she subconsciously put her arms around Julian’s neck.

Before she came to her senses, a broad hand pressed against the back of her head.

Then, her lips landed on Julian’s cold and soft lips.

In the corridor of the hospital, the two figures hugging together was an especially delightful view.

With feet lifted from the ground, Margaret seemed to step on the clouds. She

lowered her head and saw Julian’s enlarged and dark eyebrows.

Margaret thought, "Julian has beautiful thick black eyebrows and a full and smooth forehead. Although he’s in his thirties, his skin is actually smoother than a woman’s."

Margaret stared at him in a daze. There was no reaction until she felt something wriggling in a warm and humid way.

Margaret came to her sense in a second and pushed Julian away. She glared at him with watery eyes and said in a panic, "Julian, you gave me a tongue kiss again."

"I didn’t!"

"You did."

"Fine. I did."

"You can’t..."

Before Margaret could finish speaking, the broad hand behind her head suddenly pressed down. Margaret’s lips once again landed on Julian’s and they had a French kiss for a long time.

After the kiss, Margaret covered her red face and curled her lips angrily, "You are shameless."

"What’s wrong with me kissing my fiance?" After saying that, he shook the report in his hand, lowered his head, and whispered, "It’s not necessary. If you want to know, I can show it personally to you on the wedding night."

Margaret was stunned for a moment.

Then she said, "Julian, you are much too shameless."

Margaret said angrily with a red face and quickly ran away as if she did not notice the gazes from people around her.

Margaret thought, "How can he say this in the hospital? It’s still many days before the wedding night and I don’t care if he’s healthy."

In the corridor, Julian stood there with his head bowed. He glanced at Margaret running away and a shadow of a smile touched his mouth.

The corners of his black eyes were filled with endless gentleness.

It was in the director’s office.

Claus pushed presbyopia glasses up his nose and said with a straight face, "Aren’t you going to return to the Hutt family?

I thought you would know how to make the right choice between your career and so-called lover, but you are still so stubborn."

Claus spoke in an angry tone, and he didn’t look well.

Claus thought,

My two sons even intend to divide the property when I’m alive. Over time, the Hutt Group will be ruined. I only want Horton to be my successor, but he even wants to cut all ties with me.>

"I’ve told you that the Hutt family has nothing to do with me. Why are you always forcing me to do that?"

Horton kept a straight face and seemed to be more reserved and arrogant in the white gown.

Claus coughed a few times and Chris at the side helped him take the medicine. Then he gradually looked better.

Horton watched it quietly and a hint of hesitation flashed through his eyes. He turned and said, "Since you don’t feel well, you shouldn’t waste your time on me. You should spend time thinking about how to divide the legacy between your sons lest they have fights when you die. Then you won’t be left in peace."

"You... you’re so unfilial."

Claus pointed at Horton with trembling hands. He was angry but couldn’t do anything about Horton.

At this moment, he had to admit that he was too old to keep Horton who he had always been indifferent to under control.

"I won’t be your son if it’s up to me."

"Mr. Hutt..."

Chris was so emotional that he wanted to speak, but was stopped by Claus.

"You know that I don’t have much time left, so you have less time to think about if you will take over the Hutt Group. Horton, as a father, I’m sorry to have ignored you. I can accept that child as a member of the Hutt family, but Halle Holt will never be accepted."

"You want us to get divorced!"

Through the lenses, Horton’s gaze fell on Claus’s face and his tightly pursed lips curved into a sneer.

"I’ve never intended to make my wife and daughter members of the Hutt family. It is impossible for me to get divorced and inherit the company."

"Horton, you..."

Claus was in great pains with his chest heaving.

He struggled and said, "Are you going to sacrifice your career and be a nobody for that woman?

I’ve bought this hospital! If you don’t inherit the Hutt Group, this hospital will be taken over by your stepmother. She hates you so much that she will definitely fire you. At that time, you will lose your job, and won’t be the deputy director of the hospital. How can that woman be with you? Do you want her to suffer with you?"

Horton clenched his fists with vessels protruding. His eyes were full of hatred.

Then the door behind him suddenly opened and Halle stood at the door. Her thin figure seemed to be straight and proud. Her gaze swept across Horton and landed on Claus’s face. She said, "He can count on me!"