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

Chapter 427: Like the Statue of a God

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Margaret looked at the man in front of her and suddenly felt guilty. She whispered, "I shouldn’t blame it all on you. It could be my problem too."

"Don’t look at me that way. I’m sorry." Margaret thought.

Julian looked at Margaret. She looked less aggressive now.

It was apparent that Julian’s approach made her feel a lot of pressure.

But what could she do? She was such a coward.

"Whether there is a problem or not, we will know once we try more."

Then he kissed her.

The hot and humid feeling spread in front of her. Margaret held her breath for a moment and felt the warmth of the man falling on her face.

Her heart rate accelerated.

Julian’s big hands held her tightly, making her unable to retreat. The two of them then fell onto the couch one after another.

"Miss."

The maid stood at the door of the greenhouse and looked at the two people inside in embarrassment.

She didn’t know whether to get in.

Margaret quickly pushed Julian away. She tidied her clothes and sat up straight, saying expressionlessly, "What’s the matter?"

The maid peeked at them and lowered her head immediately, replied, "Madam said it’s getting late. She wants you and Mr. Jorgansen to rest earlier."

"It’s Mom again." Margaret thought.

The Andersons had a regular routine, especially Orlenna.

Margaret was a different person from the Anderson family. She liked to stay up late watching series or doing other stuff.

Orlenna had never cared much, but now she sent people to get them back. It was clear that she was telling them not to be lovey-dovey in front of her.

Margaret quickly nodded. "Okay, I will go back now."

With a serious face, she slowly stood up. Then she pulled Julian and ran out.

It was too embarrassing to be caught by the servants.

Being pulled out by Margaret, Julian felt amused and said, "Why did you run?"

"She was looking at me like that. How can I not run?"

Margaret frowned. Her mind was filled with the scene in the greenhouse. She quickly looked down to check herself.

Fortunately, her clothes were not messy, and nothing was exposed.

Julian looked at her guilty look, could not help but ask, "I’m your husband. What’s there to be afraid of?"

Margaret glared at him in disapproval.

"No! How can we be so reckless in front of others?"

That was so shameful. It was unacceptable to her. She had been taught to be a lady.

Julian looked at her with a serious look and smiled.

He grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Then let’s get inside the room and continue the show."

"What?" She didn’t seem to hear it clearly.

Before Margaret could react, she had already been dragged back to the room.

The room was bright red and festive. "It looks like mom has prepared a wedding room for us," Margaret exclaimed.

"It seems so!" Julian thought.

He pulled off his tie and threw it to the side, then took off his suit jacket.

Margaret turned around and saw him. She immediately blushed and lowered her head. She secretly sized him up and said, "Do you want to take a shower first?"

Julian suddenly approached, smirking. "It’s not the same time. Why are you shy?" "Who told you I’m shy? I’ve seen everything on you? Why would I be shy?" Margaret puffed up her face and raised her head high, trying not to look at him. Although she looked proud, Julian could see through her with a glance.

He approached and said, "Since you aren’t shy, why don’t we take the shower together?"

"What did you say?"

Margaret muttered in a daze. As soon as she finished speaking, Julian picked her up and strode into the bathroom.

Margaret was shocked by him and subconsciously hugged his neck. With a red face, she whispered, "I don’t want to take a shower with you."

As she spoke, she struggled a little. But out of her expectation, Julian put her down. Margaret looked at him in surprise. Julian said calmly, "Then I’ll take the shower

first."

With that, he entered the bathroom.

Margaret thought,

Can’t you force me a little?>

Margaret pursed her lips and unhappily sat back on the bed.

Someone knocked on the door. Margaret said with an annoyed expression, "Come in."

Hilla opened the door. Seeing that Julian wasn’t there, she walked forward and placed a glass of milk in front of Margaret.

"Mother asked me to bring this to you."

Margaret took over the cup and drank it in one gulp.

Hilla didn’t say anything when she saw her drink so happily.

She took the empty cup and comforted, "Rest early. Riya just sent a message. She wants to hang out with us tomorrow."

"What? Hang out with us? She’s pregnant!"

Margaret’s words were full of jealousy. Hilla couldn’t help but laugh, "Are you going or not?"

"Of course I’ll go. If I don’t go, Riya must think that I’m afraid of seeing her big belly. Wouldn’t she laugh at me again?"

Hilla thought, "You thought too much."

Although she didn’t think that Riya would make fun of Margaret with this kind of thing, she didn’t know what could happen if Margaret and Riya see each other.

She nodded, wished Margaret goodnight, and quickly left.

Margaret pursed her lips and frowned.

She had drunk too much just now and was a little sick.

After a while, Julian came out of the bathroom. He glanced at Margaret, who was sitting on the bed with a deep frown. "What’s the matter?" he asked.

Margaret raised her head and looked at him, saying pitifully, "Julian, I feel like throwing up."

Julian thought she must have overeaten at dinner.

"There should be appetizers at home."

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave, but Margaret grabbed him.

Julian was only wearing a loose bathrobe. His chest was slightly exposed, and his

short hair was wet.

Margaret sized up the man in front of her and was amazed by his long legs and narrow waist. "So sexy!" she thought.

Margaret took back her thoughts of lust and spoke in a low voice.

"I’ve been sleeping a lot recently."

Julian thought, "You have been sleeping a lot all the time."

"I ate a lot too."

Julian thought, "I’m already used to it."

"I feel like vomiting today. I’m going to be on period soon."

Julian frowned. "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Margaret nodded vigorously and looked nervously at the man in front of her. "Julian, I think I’m pregnant. You are going to be a father!"

Julian was speechless.

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Margaret stared at Julian with a serious expression, which was rarely seen on her face.

Seeing that Julian didn’t look excited, Margaret snarled, "Are you not happy to know that I’m pregnant?"

If he dared to be unhappy, she would leave him and let him go bankrupt.

Julian calmed down and shook his head slightly. "I am."

Then he looked at Margaret and said, "But are you sure?"

For unknown reasons, Margaret’s words sounded dubious to him. Noticing the suspicion in his eyes, Margaret was immediately upset. "Halle and Riya can get pregnant. Why couldn’t I?" "I didn’t say you couldn’t, but...are you sure?"

"Halle has had a child. Riya has checked. You haven’t even checked it yet." Julian thought.

"I’m still in the early stage."

Margaret’s little face turned cold, looking unhappy.

Julian frowned and thought, "You haven’t confirmed yet. How did you know about the stages?

"I’ll take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow," Julian said indifferently. Margaret raised her head. "Really?"

Seeing Julian nod, she smiled and became happy instantly. She pushed Julian away and whispered, "I’m going to shower."

After saying that, she rushed to the wardrobe and took out her pajamas. Just as she was about to go to the bathroom, she seemed to have realized something. Then she slowed herself down and walked carefully.

Julian looked at her cautious appearance, couldn’t help but frown.

He felt like he could almost see what would Margaret act like if she seriously got pregnant.

After the shower, Margaret’s whole body was fragrant.

Her long slender legs were exposed in the air, looking seductive.

She moved her legs slightly, thinking.

Julian glanced at her and quickly lifted the quilt, waving his hand. "Come here."

Margaret twisted the belt around her waist slightly. Looking at the red sheet in front of her, she suddenly felt that Orlenna was smart.

Her dream had come true. It was maybe thanks to the sheet.

Pursing her lips, she looked at the man on the bed who was staring at her, and whispered, "No sex tonight. Let me sleep."

As she spoke, she leaned against the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and slowly got into it.

Julian’s hand stopped in mid-air. He looked up at Margaret in disbelief.

Margaret obediently sat down on the side of her bed. Then she realized something and turned over to lay on her back.

She smiled and said, "Goodnight."

Julian couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned down and suddenly approached Margaret, said in a low voice, "Do you think I can sleep?"

Margaret, instead of blushing like before, looked serious this time.

With both hands on his chest, she stared at Julian and said thoughtfully, "If you can’t sleep, count sheep. Anyway, you are not allowed to touch me tonight."

"Why can’t I touch my own wife?"

Julian frowned in displeasure.

He reached out his hand. Margaret pushed it away.

She glared at him fiercely and said coldly, "Restrain yourself!"

"Not only today, but you might also have to restrain yourself for the next few months." Margaret thought.

Julian fell back to the bed, a little confused.

"Did you eat spinach tonight? Where did you get so much strength?" he thought.

"Julian, I warn you. No matter what, don’t touch me today. Not even a finger."

Margaret’s cold and fierce look really frightened Julian.

Julian murmured coldly, "Why?"

"Do you think I’ll be able to control myself?" he thought.

Margaret rolled her eyes and glanced at him thoughtfully.

Then she suddenly lowered her head and touched her flat belly, whispered, "What if I’m pregnant? You’ll hurt me. Don’t touch me before we come back from the hospital tomorrow."

Margaret sounded serious. She pulled the quilt and stuffed a pillow in the middle.

After that, she lay down very carefully.

"Calm down. I have to sleep early at this time. Sleep early and get up early for the baby." she told herself.

Julian looked at the pillows and frowned. Then he tossed them away.

Seeing this, Margaret wanted to say something. But Julian pushed her back and said coldly, "No pillows!"

Margaret stared at the overbearing man above her and pursed her lips. "Anyway, don’t touch me tonight."

It could be considered that she had compromised.

The pillows weren’t the point.

Julian held her down. Margaret was very careful not to resist, afraid that she would hurt herself.

Julian stared at the woman under him. After a long while, he sighed.

"Be a good girl," he said, sounding a little helpless.

After saying that, he held Margaret in his arms. Seeing her trying to struggle, Julian tightened his arms around her and buried his head between her neck and chest.

Smelling, hugging, he could only suppress his manic heart.

"I won’t touch you, but I need to cuddle you to sleep."

Margaret moved her neck because Julian’s breath was a little itchy.

She could not see his expression, but she could feel his hot breath.

After a symbolic resistance.

She reluctantly said, "Alright, let’s cuddle. But don’ do anything else." Julian was speechless. He almost laughed.

"Can’t you see how uncomfortable I am? You don’t care about me?" he thought.

Julian knew that Margaret was stubborn. So he gave up arguing, "It’s a deal." he said.

Then he grabbed Margaret’s hand and led it downwards.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "But you can do things to me."

Margaret thought, "Can’t you stop for a night? Are you a beast?"

Early the following day, Hilla had just taken the two little guys to wash up when she saw Margaret coming downstairs.

This was the first time that she had seen Margaret get up so early.

She couldn’t help but look at the clock, thinking that she was probably dreaming.

Margaret looked glowing and she ran over when she saw the two little guys.

She touched their faces with affection.

"Little ones, I can’t hug you guys today."

The faces of the two little guys were filled with disgust. But at this time, Margaret was in a perfect mood, she could not see it at all.

She touched them and said with a smile.

"Let me bring you some cousins to play with, ok?"

"Alright!"

Margaret answered her own question, her whole body flashing with an invincible light, like the statue of a god.