novelraw Chapter 382: It Was Clear That He Not Only Wants To Drink Water
Chapter 382: It Was Clear That He Not Only Wants To Drink Water
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"Mrs. Jorgansen, if you miss Mr. Jorgansen, why don’t you go back to the house to call him and ask him to come back early?"
"That’s right. Mr. Jorgansen likes you so much. If he knows that you miss him, he won’t care about the party and will come back immediately."
The two maids racked their brains to persuade Margaret.
If they are guilty, let the heavens punish them. Why do they have to feed them to mosquitoes?
It was strange. Margaret did not be bitten even when her legs were bare, but they were not that lucky even if they wore pants.
All their blood seemed to be sucked by the mosquitoes.
They felt discomfort to see the fat mosquitoes with red bellies of blood.
They were the ones being bitten.
"I missed him? What nonsense are you spouting? I just like sitting here."
"Mrs. Jorgansen, it is not shameless to say you miss Mr. Jorgansen. We are waiting outside to feed the mosquitoes. If Mr. Jorgansen comes back and sees us, he may laugh at us."
"Besides, aren’t you the one who doesn’t want to go to the party?"
Alan had come here to pick Margaret up, but Margaret didn’t want to go with him. So Julian had to find another female companion.
Women’s thoughts were hard to guess. Margaret’s thoughts were the hardest.
Margaret heard what the two maids muttered.
"That kind of business cocktail party is boring. It’s better for me to swing here."
Margaret rolled her eyes with disdain and arrogance.
Born in the Anderson family, she had attended much of those.
"A business cocktail party is not good, but at least there are no mosquitoes."
"It’s much better because there are also air conditioners."
"Mrs. Jorgansen, you must be sweating too. Why not go back to your room and take a shower? Otherwise, you will be smelly later."
The surroundings were filled with fragrant roses. No one would notice even if they smelt bad because of sweating.
The two maids just found an excuse to leave.
"Smelly?"
Margaret quickly smelt at her clothes and looked nervously at the maid beside her, "Am I smelly?"
"Mrs. Jorgansen, you’re sweating, so..."
’Don’t make things difficult for us...’ thought the maid.
"I can’t stand it. I have to take a shower first."
She stood up from the swing and hurriedly ran back to the house.
Words failed the two maids, ’If I know that it will be so easy, will I need to feed the mosquitoes?’
Late at night, a black car stopped at the courtyard.
Alan glanced at Julian, "Mr. Jorgansen, we are home. Do you want Evan to call Mrs. Jorgansen?"
At this time, it was neither early nor late.
Alan was a little worried. Julian had drunk quite a lot at the party.
The Jorgansens were there, but they just stood by and didn’t give a hand.
In order to deal with those who made things difficult for him, Julian didn’t reject anyone.
Julian waved his hand and gave a denied answer. He opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.
His red eyes revealed his drunkenness but were still sharp and accurate.
Alan opened the car door and helped him out.
Standing in the empty yard, Julian looked up at the bright French window upstairs.
The screen window blocked the person inside, but couldn’t block the light.
Julian wore a faint smile. He propped himself up and walked into the villa with the help of Alan.
As soon as they entered, Evan came up to them.
"Mr. Jorgansen was drunk. Prepare something to sober him up," Alan said to Evan and led Julian upstairs.
’It is so late and Mr. Jorgansen is drunk. Perhaps Mrs. Jorgansen is worried,’ Alan thought.
Margaret was in the bedroom. She heard the heavy footsteps outside the door.
Before she could open the door, the people rushed in.
Alan placed Julian on the bed quickly and said, "Mr. Jorgansen is drunk. Please take care of him tonight."
He did not dare to look at Margaret and ran off.
He was now off-work hours, and he had been occupied too much time. "You run so fast. You should at least help me flip him over!" Margaret looked at Julian, who was motionless, and she frowned.
She pushed him, "Move inside a little. I don’t have enough room to sleep."
Julian did not react to Margaret’s words.
He was really drunk.
"Wasn’t you so arrogant when bullying me? Why are you pretending to be dead now? You came back so late and drank so much. Too stinky."
Margaret muttered in a low voice. She went to the other side of the bed and pulled hard.
"Julian, move."
He occupied the bed himself, how could she sleep?
"Mrs. Jorgansen, help Mr. Jorgansen drink some honey water."
Evan knocked on the door and said outside.
Margaret got up and opened the door. Looking at the embarrassed butler, she asked, "You help him. Change his clothes by the way."
She complained in her heart, ’He returned home so late. I won’t take care of him by myself.’
Evan responded and walked into the room. Margaret stood at the door and did not speak for a while.
When Evan came out, her gaze fell on the clothes in his arms.
"Are these Julian’s?"
"Yes. I’ll get someone to send it to wash."
When Evan was about to leave, Margaret stopped him, "Wait a minute." She pulled up his clothes.
Evan became a little astonished, "Mrs. Jorgansen, you..."
Other than some wrinkles, there were no strange marks on the clothes.
Only a strong smell of alcohol.
Margaret stuffed the clothes into Evan’s arms and said with disgust, "Smelly." Butler could say nothing.
He thought, ’You didn’t need to touch it.’
"Mrs. Jorgansen, then I’ll wash these!"
Evan asked carefully. When he saw Margaret waving her hand, he heaved a sigh of relief and quickly left.
"Stop!"
Margaret reacted quickly and grabbed Evan.
"What ... what’s the matter, Mrs. Jorgansen?" Evan was nervous.
Margaret slowly approached. She took out a woman’s long brown hair from Julian’s white shirt.
Evan stuttered, "This ... this is..."
"It’s a woman’s hair. Julian hooked up with another woman behind my back."
Margaret’s fierce expression scared Evan.
’It was just a hair. Mr. Jorgansen was not that kind of man.’
"A baster!"
Margaret angrily closed the door. Evan quivered and hugged the clothes tightly, ’Are these shreds of evidence of Mrs. Jorgansen’s crime?’
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"Julian, get up. Why there is a woman’s hair on your shirt? Don’t pretend to be drunk."
Margaret questioned Julian with resentment. But Julian was still silent.
He was asleep. So he couldn’t sense her anger and give her any response.
Margaret felt she was ignored.
Her anger rose a little.
She had been feeding mosquitoes outside for a few hours, but he had been feeding other women instead.
He had gone too far!
"Julian!"
Margaret pulled away the quilt on Julian. Finally, Julian slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were still bloodshot.
However, his gaze on Margaret was sharp.
"Don’t you have anything to say?"
Margaret saw him wake up and bulge her with anger and annoyance.
Not only did he attend the party with other women, but he also dared to come back with her hair. Now, he even pretended to be drunk and wanted to get away with it. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
"Whose is this?" Margaret angrily leaned the hair closer and asked with a cold face.
Julian stared at her without answering.
They didn’t have feelings for each other and got married only for the business. Even so, since they were married, shouldn’t he be moral?
Being together with another woman in marriage wasn’t allowed.
"Isn’t it yours?"
Julian frowned. He reached out and rubbed his head. He was thirsty. Although he sobered up a little, he still felt uncomfortable.
When Margaret heard his explanation, she immediately exploded.
"Although its length and color are similar to mine, its hardness and luster are obviously different. You hook up with other women outside and even take their hair back. Just get off my bed."
She couldn’t allow him to lie on her bed.
Margaret was furious and subconsciously stretched out her leg.
But what happened next was beyond her imagination.
With a bang, Julian did not fall. Instead, she was pulled from the bed to the ground.
She touched the soft carpet and looked up at the man in disbelief.
Even if he was drunk, he reacted quickly with his years of training.
Julian did not expect Margaret to kick him. He instinctively reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her to the side.
Margaret sat on the ground and stared at him in shock.
"Julian, you hit me?"
Julian felt a headache. He wanted to pick her up, but Margaret slapped him away.
"Don’t touch me. Two-timer, I am going to divorce you."
Julian looked down at Margaret and apologized helplessly with a hoarse voice, "I didn’t do it on purpose."
It was just an instinctive reflex.
He didn’t use much strength.
It was the inertia that caused Margaret to fall off the bed.
Julian got up and hugged her. But Margaret did not accept that.
"Didn’t do it on purpose? My brother has never treated me like this. You hit me. I won’t forgive you."
"When did I hit you?"
Julian was amused as well as angry to see Margaret lie on the ground and refuse to get up.
"You did hit me. You threw me off the bed. You went to the party with another woman. You took the hair of another woman home. Julian, you are going too far."
Margaret accused him with endless words.
As if she had suffered a great grievance.
Julian felt helpless again, "It was you who don’t want to go to the party with me. Didn’t I tell you that I need a female companion?"
How could she forget and deny it?
Are all women so unreasonable?
Julian pulled Margaret’s arm, but she directly leaned to the ground, as if she was playing a prank.
"I won’t go. You can take other women. But you are a married man. Did I tell you that you can seduce other women?
"I am the daughter of the Anderson family. I won’t share my husband with other women.
"Even if there is no love between us, you have to consider your identity.
"At least you should care about your reputation. The stocks of the Jorgansen Group and the Anderson Group just show signs of a rise. Then you, as the president, cheated on beautiful young girls. Such kind of news will have a bad impact."
Didn’t he dare to lose his face? Didn’t he feel shameless?
Julian listened to her endless words silently. Her fair face became a little more vivid because she was too serious.
It looked cute and attractive.
Julian originally thought she was noisy but felt better when he saw her face.
Even the heavy feeling brought by alcohol disappeared. He leaned down and grabbed her arm. Regardless of whether she agreed or not, he directly lifted her from the ground and onto the bed.
"Julian, what are you doing?"
Margaret subconsciously resisted, but before she could do anything, Julian pressed her down.
His heavy body trapped Margaret in bed. She couldn’t move.
He lowered his head and she could smell the scent of alcohol in his breath.
"Are you done?"
Julian’s hoarse voice became deeper.
Margaret was stunned. She stared at Julian, "What I said is the truth. Julian, do you still want to hit me?"
She covered her face with her hands and just looked at Julian through a gap between her fingers. She said in a muffled voice, "Don’t think that I will give in even if you are skillful at martial arts."
It was he who went home so late.
All he had done today was infuriating.
If she didn’t have any temper, then wouldn’t she be too easy to bully?
"When I said I was going to hit you? What are you thinking about?"
Julian’s voice became hoarser. Margaret frowned and was about to speak back. But Julian begged her, "Margaret ... I am thirsty. I want to drink water."
Margaret was stunned. Her hand was pulled off.
Before she could speak, Julian lowered down and kissed her, stealing the water from her mouth.
Only then did Margaret react. He drank too much and hurt his throat and even his brain.
Not only did he want to drink water, but he wanted more.