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

Chapter 371: It Is a Warm Profession

"Julian doesn’t like a woman like you at all."

Jessie’s face had grown cold, and there was anger in her eyes when she looked at Margaret.

Margaret did not have a deep impression of Jessie and had only met her a few times.

In the past, when they met, Margaret always stood by Sally’s side, cowering like a rabbit. Now she’d changed her attitude dramatically.

Although she had a good temper, nobody could warn her like that. After all, it concerned the fame of her family.

Wasn’t it just to make her family fall into disgrace if she lost face?

Margaret would absolutely not do anything like that.

"He doesn’t like a woman like me. Does he like a woman like you?" As Margaret finished her words, she saw Jessie’s expression change.

Jessie’s hands that were clasped together suddenly tightened, the knuckles turning deathly white.

Margaret was stunned for a moment. A crazy idea rushed straight to her mind.

There was a flash of shock in her eyes as she looked at Jessie.

Was it what she thought? Did Jessie have affection for Julian?

As expected, the Jorgansens had a lot of rules as well as many troublesome matters, and each and every one of them was abnormal.

Anyhow, Julian and Jessie were biological cousins. What’s wrong with Jessie? "The business between Julian and I has nothing to do with you." Margaret felt she had learned about a secret of the Jorgansen family.

She wondered how long she would live if she were the princess wife of a prince in ancient times.

"Julian will not fall in love with you. He did all just because you are an Anderson." Jessie’s angry voice was filled with extreme oppression.

Although the voice was not loud, it was enough for Margaret to hear it clearly.

The distance between them was not short. Jessie was dressed in a white long dress with long hair, like an otherworldly fairy.

But now she looked ferocious because of her love.

Margaret turned to look at her unhappily, her brows tightly furrowed.

She met Jessie’s resentful gaze and smiled, "So, you want to break us up and make me propose a divorce to him for you?"

The smile on Margaret’s face was very charming, without the purity and gentleness of the past.

This smile was like a thorny rose, pretty yet prickly.

"You... What nonsense are you talking about? Julian is my brother. I am just arguing for him. If it wasn’t for the position of our family’s successor, he wouldn’t have been married to you. Julian doesn’t love you. You better not have any wish."

Jessie stood there, the breeze swirling her long dress.

She looked so beautiful.

The smile on Margaret’s face widened. "No one has ever dared to warn me, because those who dared to do this are all gone."

Bruce couldn’t tolerate anyone who bullied her.

Including Jessie.

Even though she was Julian’s cousin, Margaret did not need to curry favor with her.

"Since you know that Julian married me for the sake of his position in his family, you should know that he doesn’t dare to abandon me. You are just his cousin. Why are you here to warn me? Wish? It is your family who has a wish to get benefits from me."

"OK. Remember not to bother Julian since you have no interest in him."

Jessie said coldly, who interpreted Margaret’s words in her own way.

Hearing that, Margaret wanted to laugh, but also she felt angry.

She had no interest in Julian. However, what Jessie said still irritated her.

"Bother him? You’d better make Julian sign the divorce agreement and not waste my time."

As Margaret finished speaking, she turned around and strode towards her car.

Jessie still stood there, watching Margaret walk away and the corners of her mouth curved into a strange smile.

When she turned around and saw the person standing behind her, her expression changed.

"Julian, I..."

Julian walked past her with an expressionless face, not giving her the slightest glance.

Jessie stared blankly at his back. Her hands that were hanging by her side couldn’t help but tighten, and her eyes were filled with fury.

Margaret sat in the car. After a while, the car door was opened and Julian sat down next to her.

It was very quiet in the car. For a moment, it seemed that no sound could be heard. Margaret was quiet. She looked at the scenery outside the window. It flashed in front of her eyes and disappeared.

Jessie’s last words kept echoing in her mind.

’OK. Remember not to bother Julian since you have no interest in him.’

What a joke. She was the daughter of the Anderson family. She didn’t have to pester a man she hated.

Julian had nothing special. Why did she cherish him so much?

"What do you want to eat later?"

Julian’s voice came from the side and Margaret then realized that it was almost noon.

They had breakfast at the Jorgansen’s and hurried out, not having any intention of staying for a while longer.

Margaret did not respond. Julian did not seem to be angry with her. He asked, "How about I cook for you? I’ll cook the dishes you like."

Margaret snorted and leaned against the window of the car.

Was she so familiar with him? She didn’t want to respond to him at all.

"Margaret... You are so stupid."

Julian’s voice was low. After calling her name, he gave her a blow.

Margaret wanted to ignore him, but after hearing his words, what Jessie had said to her just now rushed back to her mind.

No wonder they were siblings. Even their tones were so similar, so irritating.

"I’m stupid. Your families are all smart. Andy is hypocritical. Marcos is glum and strange. Now, your cousin can’t even take care of herself."

"I’m afraid that your families are all strange people. I’m stupid and you can choose not to marry me. I’ll sign the divorce agreement at any time. It’s better to sign it as soon as possible."

As Margaret spoke, she felt she was full of anger.

She turned to look at the man beside her and smiled sarcastically. Her eyes were red as she said, "I forgot that you have a purpose in marrying me. You have to rely on me to stabilize your position as the heir of your family."

"I’m afraid you can’t bear to divorce me now. It seems that you need to wait for a good opportunity to do that so that it won’t ruin your reputation."

Margaret felt like her resentment was about to soar to the sky.

Julian sat quietly, looking at her without any emotion in his gaze. He replied, "Who said that I married you in order to stabilize my position? Can’t I just like you?"

...

"Like... like me?"

Margaret was stunned, and she just heard the sound of her heart beating.

It was like her heart was about to jump out of her chest at any moment.

Margaret did not expect that she would be so glad when she heard that.

"How could you like me? You like bulling me. You lied to me again, didn’t you?"

After saying that in doubt, she sized Julian up.

"You lied to me to relax my vigilance. You don’t want to get divorced for the time being. You are still worried about the position of the heir of your family. You’re afraid that if I divorce you, they will not let you be CEO and then you will lose everything."

After all, she played a big role.

A noble woman indeed had a fatal attraction to men. Julian just couldn’t bear to part with her wealth.

Julian listened to her nonsense and frowned slightly. He turned to look at Margaret’s face.

In his eyes, there was seriousness. "Do you think you are not attractive?"

Margaret thought Julian was saying that she was not attractive at all.

As expected, he was so hateful.

If she said no, wouldn’t that mean that she was very unattractive?

But if she said yes...

God!

"I am a beautiful and cute woman. Of course, I’m attractive, but not everyone likes me. Like those who are blind."

Margaret pursed her lips and muttered softly.

Her voice was not loud, but Julian heard it clearly.

There was a faint smell of perfume in the car. The silence prevailed and they could hear each other’s slight breathing.

Julian sat straight in a noble way, and the aura he emitted was powerful.

He said inwardly, "I’m not blind."

In the hotel room.

Hilla packed up her things and glanced at the closed door on the opposite side. After hesitating for a while, she left alone with her luggage for the airport.

Riya had Stefan with her. Hilla didn’t leave her alone in Far City.

Horton had not come back from Toulon. Margaret’s wedding was over, and Hilla had to leave.

She was worried about Halle and was afraid that something would happen to Halle.

After all, Halle was pregnant.

Hilla had been paying attention to the situation in Toulon from time to time. She knew that it was getting better and there were still many problems with the rescue.

Horton had his own mission, and it was impossible for him to leave his "battlefield".

Hilla had to take care of Halle. After sending a message to Bruce and Margaret, Hilla boarded the plane to Toulon.

A few hours later, when the plane landed, Hilla stood up impatiently.

With her luggage, she headed straight to the hotel Halle was staying at.

In the hotel room, Halle sat quietly. She was still holding the package from several days ago.

She was too anxious at that time and forgot to ask Hilla to bring this package to Horton. She was worried about him very much.

Halle was quietly watching the computer when Hilla arrived.

She was hearing the news and caught Horton on TV.

Horton’s white coat was dirty, mottled with blood. He wore a medical mask, and the look in his eyes behind the glasses was gentle.

He was asking about the condition of a patient and talking with a wounded child. It seemed that he had not had time to change his clothes for several days.

Although he didn’t understand the language in Toulon, he was still working hard to warm others.

Halle looked at it and could not help crying.

"Halle, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let’s go to the hospital, okay?"

Seeing the tears on Halle’s face, Hilla became anxious. She asked Halle about her health and wanted to check her belly.

Halle grabbed her wrist. Hilla looked at Halle and asked, "Halle, what happened to you?"

She didn’t know what Halle had experienced in the past few days, but she knew that Halle didn’t lie to her. Halle was trying hard to take good care of herself. She ate every meal and went to bed early every day.

But Hilla was still uneasy.

"He was injured."

Halle’s voice was hoarse as she had not spoken for a few days.

Hilla was stunned for a moment. She glanced at the computer and saw that there was a small wound on the back of Horton’s hand while he was checking the patients.

The wound was not long, but it seemed deep.

The blood had clotted and the wound was stained with mud not long ago.

"Horton is a doctor. He knows how to take care of himself. If he is injured, someone will bandage him."

Hilla comforted Halle, hoping that she could relax.

Earthquakes might strike where Horton was again. Halle was pregnant and could not get there. Toulon had its own rescue team. In addition, because it was close to the sea, the people there met frequent earthquakes and they knew how to protect themselves. It was not as chaotic as expected.

"Hilla, do you know? Yesterday, there was a doctor who was suspected to be infected after he rescued an AI DS patient."

Halle said that in a calm and gentle manner. She didn’t seem to have much emotion, but Hilla saw the worry in her eyes.

"Halle, Horton is a doctor, and he will take care of himself."

Halle looked at the computer and did not take her eyes off it. She seemed to sigh, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

"Horton is very dazzling, but I sometimes hope that he can give up his job. Do you think that I am selfish? Doctor is not a profession that can bring warmth to his family."

"But Horton is fascinating when he’s working as a doctor."

The smile on Halle’s face deepened, with shyness. "I like him when he works as a doctor. I like him who is so kind."

"Halle, why don’t I go take a look at the earthquake region?"

Halle frowned and shook her head. "Let’s wait here for him to come back. It’s too dangerous there. I won’t be at ease if you go there alone."

Although the situation there was basically stable, there were too many unexpected things happening in the disaster area, and she couldn’t let Hilla take the risk for her.

She felt satisfied to stay here, very close to Horton.

Halle didn’t agree and Hilla didn’t say anything else. She just told Halle to rest and eat more.

Halle never went against Hilla’s words. When Halle sent a message to Horton, there was a smile on her lips. When Horton hung up the phone in a hurry, she really felt disappointed.

"Hilla, he will come to see me soon, right?"

Halle asked in a low voice, and Hilla didn’t know what to say.

Being a doctor sometimes represented separation, danger, infection, and forever departure.