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

Chapter 399: Leave Them Alone

"Aren’t you afraid of hurting her feelings?"

"What if she cries?"

Margaret observed Julian’s expression and asked curiously.

She found it weird that Julian should agree to turn Jessie down without any hesitation.

Julian’s gaze shifted from his phone to Margaret’s face.

He asked, "Aren’t you the one who asked me to do so?"

Margaret couldn’t deny that.

"Since when have you been so obedient to me?"

Margaret blamed him, muttering.

In her relationship with Julian, he was always the one in the lead, and she just followed.

It was natural that she felt uneasy and unbelievable when Julian agreed to do as she told.

"I don’t know how I can satisfy you if you are not content with me obeying or disobeying you."

Margaret was depressed to hear that.

Although she was happy that Julian was willing to listen to her opinion, his attitude was really hateful.

"Who says I’m not content? I’m just worried that you’ll cross the line. I can divorce you at that time. But you Jorgansens will be ashamed then."

After all, having an affair with his sister was very disgraceful.

Julian stared at her pretentious careless expression and faintly replied, "You are right."

Margaret was shocked that he agreed with her again.

She began to suspect if Julian got crazy today.

Or did he drink anything that could disturb his mind?

"Although you don’t treat me very kindly, I won’t harm you since I’m not a vengeful person. Besides, our disagreements are just trivial. I don’t have to mean ill to you, do I?"

Margaret muttered, feeling uneasy.

Julian’s unusual cooperative attitude made her confused. She didn’t know how to

react, so she could only try to explain her behavior.

"Can you sleep now?"

Julian asked when she finished speaking.

He didn’t show any trace of emotional change.

It seemed that he didn’t have any implied meaning in his words.

However, Margaret sensed that there must be something implicit.

Therefore, she immediately acted like she was in pain and said, "I think I have a stomachache."

"Do you want me to rub your belly?"

Margaret, "No, thanks."

She hurriedly lay under the quilt, only leaving her head above her noses outside.

She looked at him with her bright eyes.

"When you refuse Jessie, you must be firm and leave her no chance for illusions. Even if she cries, you can’t waver."

Julian almost laughed out because she had spent an entire night quarreling with him just for these things.

...

Seeing that Julian did not respond, Margaret was immediately alert, "Do you regret it? Do you still feel sorry for her?"

"She is my sister, after all."

"But she never treats you as a brother."

Margaret snorted with dissatisfaction.

She was not a fool.

In those romance novels she had read, most tragic love scenes were caused by ambiguous relationships between the hero and other female supporting roles.

And she had read novels in which the hero’s original wife was sacrificed on his way to find true love.

She would never let herself become the steppingstone of anyone or anything.

She was determined to be the heroine in her life.

Seeing Julian approach, Margaret quickly put on a cold face, "Will you waver or not?"

"Julian, you can’t be so irresponsible!"

While he froze, Margaret pushed him away and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

She was so upset that she covered herself with almost the entire quilt, leaving none to Julian.

...

Julian stared at her with a meaningful look.

"Margaret, you are getting more and more capricious."

Margaret turned to glare at him and then turned her back on him.

After a while, she heard him sigh slightly and then felt the quilt was pulled by him.

Julian approached her and whispered into her ear, "It is because that I spoil you too much. Well, I’ll take the consequence."

Although being touched, Margaret would never admit it.

Margaret felt that he put his hands on her shoulders, and suddenly she was brought into his arms.

Julian pressed down and kissed her neck.

Margaret shrank and looked at Julian in curiosity.

She asked in a low voice, "Julian, do you have a twin brother?"

Julian, "No. Why ask me so?"

"You are behaving a lot differently with your usual character. I’m doubting if the Julian I’m facing now is the same person as the one Jessie is in love with."

Julian froze for a moment. Then he smiled mischievously and said playfully, "Looks like that you haven’t given you full play to your imagination. Why don’t you say that I may be your father?"

...

Margaret had never seen a more shameless person than him.

"Do you dare to say that again?"

Margaret took out her phone and started the sound recording application.

"I can send it to my mother," she thought, "she has her ways to deal with you."

Julian glanced at her, took the phone from her hand, and threw it on the ground. He stopped Margaret from sitting up and looked down at her.

"You can call me dad!" he said coldly.

Words completely failed Margaret.

Sensing him approaching, Margaret immediately widened her eyes in shock and tried to push him away.

Just as he was about to lie on her, she suddenly blinked pitifully.

"Honey, my belly really hurts."

Julian gave her a cold look and smiled, "Your period is coming again?" Margaret nodded instantly.

She would use this excuse every time he tied to do something intimate with her to keep him away.

Julian removed her hands away and smiled gently. For a moment, she thought the charm of him dwarfed the light of the chandelier.

"It doesn’t matter. It’s not me who will be in pain."

Margaret cursed in heart, "Bastard, all you know is the stuff on the bed!"

"Are you happy to see me in pain? You’re so cold!"

Margaret angrily said since she didn’t feel cherished.

...

Julian didn’t seem to feel guilty about it and kept stroking her body.

He gently unclothed her and said, "I’ll give you something hot soon."

The breeze blew in, sending the cold moonlight into the room.

But the passion and the warmth of Margaret and Julian couldn’t be easily cooled down.

They were more passionate than the reddest rose and more tender than the morning dew on the petals.

It was not until late that night did they quiet down.

Margaret covered herself with the quilt and buried herself deeply in Julian’s chest, falling asleep.

"Another tiring night with Julian," thought she in her sleep.

...

Since it was the weekend the next day, Margaret did not go to the company and slept at home for a day.

"Where is Julian?" she asked when she finally got up and went downstairs.

Evan quickly replied, "Mr. Jorgansen has gone to the company. He can’t join you for dinner tonight. What would you prefer to eat for dinner?"

Margaret frowned and waved at Evan.

"Whatever. I’m not hungry now."

She had thought that after sleeping for a day, she would feel extremely hungry when she woke up. But in fact, she didn’t have the appetite to eat anything now.

There were still a few days to her period this month. That meant she had to sleep with Julian for a few more days, which was too exhausting.

"I just received strawberries from abroad this afternoon. Would you like to have some?" Evan asked considerately.

He was clear that happy Margaret, happy Julian, and then happy their life.

Therefore, he would try his best to satisfy her needs.

Margaret said, "I’ll taste some."

Evan nodded, "I’ll have them washed and sent to you in a minute."

He turned around and was about to leave when Margaret hurriedly said, "When will Julian come back?"

"Mr. Jorgansen didn’t tell us the exact time. He only told us that he wouldn’t be able to accompany you for dinner. Young Madam. And he wished you a good appetite."

Margaret pouted and muttered, "Hypocritical."

Evan was confused as he thought Julian’s words were quite sincere.

"I want to eat stewed fish. And the noodles were cooked with seafood. I tried last time to taste fine. I’ll have those for dinner."

Margaret waved at Evan casually.

Since Julian was not at home, she did not care to behave decently. Thus, she just lay on the bed in a cozy but not dignified manner.

She didn’t understand why people got married. By far, she enjoyed nothing but one after another tiring night.

She didn’t feel pleased to be married.

But thinking about her life before, she found that it was not very interesting either.

Evan excused himself when she was done making requests.

Margaret felt that she was thrifty enough considering her rich family background. She didn’t have a special attachment to luxury. When she ate alone, she wouldn’t ask for excessive food.

After all, thrifty was a very good virtue.

"Mrs. Jorgansen, Miss Jessie is here."

It was not long after she began to eat that Evan told her Jessie’s visit.

Margaret frowned slightly. She didn’t want her good mood to be disturbed by Jessie.

"Just say I’m not here."

Margaret said without even looking up.

Evan looked awkwardly at Jessie at the door. If he had known that she would refuse to see Jessie, he would not have led her in.

"It seems that I’m welcomed here."

Jessie stood in front of the sofa in the living room and looked at Margaret innocently.

She didn’t appear to be offended by Margaret’s rejection.

She looked at Margaret calmly.

Margaret looked back and frowned.

Although it was impolite for her to shut Jessie out, as the hostess of the house, she had the right to decide whether to welcome a visitor.

Evan felt the tension between them and felt quite awkward.

...

"Would you like me to serve Miss Jessie some coffee?" Evan asked cautiously.

...

But that was just an excuse to escape from the scene. He was thinking about calling Julian to ask for help.

After all, he didn’t want to get involved with their conflict.

"No, I don’t want to make her suffer from sleeplessness after having coffee. It’s a pity if our pretty Miss Jessie appears to be exhausted after losing sleep."

Margaret got herself a very righteous reason to refuse. Although she hadn’t actually quarreled with Jessie, she wouldn’t play nice in front of her.

Jessie was not angry. She walked to Evan and said softly, "I would be glad if you could give me a glass of water."

Margaret didn’t say anything.

But in fact, she didn’t want to waste any drop of water on Jessie.

Evan just took the opportunity of pouring water to go out of the living room, leaving them alone.

...

Jessie first walked to the dining table, glanced at it, and smiled, "I hope that I don’t interrupt you, Margaret."

"Well, you do interrupt me. I would be delighted if you could leave now." Margaret had no desire to talk with her and continued to have her dinner.

Now that they were both aware of the hatred between each other, she didn’t need to play kind anymore.

Jessie didn’t expect Margaret to be so straight, making her a little bit embarrassed.

She tightened her grip on her bag and concealed her grudge against Margaret.

"Margaret," she called her softly.

Her eyes became wet as if she were terribly wronged by Margaret.

Margaret snorted and ignored her.

She was not Julian who would believe in Jessie’s little tricks.

Besides, she was never an emotional person who would have sympathy for someone who was at a disadvantage.

"I’m sorry for upsetting you. I come to apologize to you. I hope you won’t mind my immature behavior before. After all, we’re a family now."

Jessie said as she handed over the bag to Margaret.

"This is an apology gift. Can you take it and forgive me? I’m just not used to Julian having a woman around him. I used to be with him all day long, after all.

"I didn’t mean to be tattletale, you know."

Jessie said with a seemingly sincere smile.

Margaret was really annoyed.

Her appetite was almost ruined!

She wondered, "What on earth makes her think that I’ll buy her words?"

"Margaret, are you still mad at me? I can go to apologize to Julian for causing you two to argue. I don’t want to damage your relationship."

Jessie shed her crocodile’s tears, not caring if Margaret accepted her "genuineness." After he finished speaking, she put down her apology gift and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Margaret stopped her. She couldn’t stand idly by while Jessie challenged her.

She sneered and said, "I know what you’re planning. You want to irritate me so that I will argue with you, and then you can complain about me to Julian."

"I didn’t mean it."

"Cease your exiles! You come to challenge me because you think you’re important to Julian, and I will argue with him for it. But I will never allow you to interfere with my marriage!" Margaret said sharply.

She was not as gentle as she behaved with outsiders around.

Although she was dignified and elegant like a fragile lady, she had her backbones, and she would not give in to her opponents.

She was always ready to fight for her rights and benefits!

Jessie suddenly felt breathless under Margaret’s pressure. She had thought that Margaret just had a beautiful looking and strong family background. But it turned out she herself was a firm and resilient woman.