Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend-Chapter 252: Margaret, Do You Have a Crush on Me?

When Bruce returned, he saw Hilla standing in the living room with a baseball bat in her hand. Her small face had a complicated expression.

Bruce swept his gaze across the sofa in the living room. He furrowed and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. However, he still said with a gentle and soft voice, "Why aren’t you resting in your room? Didn’t you feel sluggish recently?"

"I didn’t want to move a few days ago. Now I want to have a stretch!"

Hilla gritted her teeth as if she had just made a deep hatred.

Bruce felt her anger and raised his eyebrows, "Who made you angry?"

Hilla noticed Bruce said this with a low voice. She was stunned for a moment and said, "What will you do if someone pissed me off?"

"Of course, I need to make my wife happy first, and then..."

"And then what?"

Hilla raised her eyebrows, waiting for Bruce to continue.

At the thought of that bastard Titus, she could not help but want to smash him with a stick.

How could this kind of person still be alive and have the opportunity to get close to Halle and harass her again and again?

"Are you trying to coax me?"

Hilla reacted and turned to Bruce. The man said this emotionlessly. He must have used words to coax her.

"Sure, doesn’t it say, happy wife, happy life? If the wife isn’t happy..."

"Bruce, I knew you were coaxing me again."

Hilla was angry with Titus, but suddenly she was confused. Now she looked at Bruce’s smiling face and felt a little depressed.

This man knew how to coax her. Every time she would stray off the topic with him. In the past, she was not like this. She was very principled and persistent. But recently... She didn’t know what had happened to her.

"Is my wife happy now?"

"Who says I’m not angry? How can I not be angry? I’m furious right now. You don’t know that T ... Forget it!"

Halfway through her words, Hilla suddenly thought of Halle’s appearance and words at that time.

She could feel that Halle did not want to involve the Andersons. She knew that Halle could endure that this time mostly because she was in the Anderson’s.

Since Halle did not want to make things difficult for the Andersons, how could she make things difficult for Halle?

Hilla pursed her lips. Bruce looked at her encouragingly. Hilla thought a while and said slowly, "Halle said that she was gonna marry someone. I was just angry that she wanted to pick a name to marry so that she could stop those people."

Hilla said in a low voice as if she had been touched by something. She frowned and continued, "Bruce, do you know a woman without a background doesn’t even have the right to look forward to a happy marriage? If one day the man cheated on her and she didn’t leave, she would suffer. If she left, everyone in this world would believe she was miserable."

In particular, not only was Halle divorced, but she also had a child without a father. Everyone thought that Halle’s marriage was unfortunate. Everyone thought that she was pitiful and forced her to think so.

She knew that Halle always wanted to live a decent life with Emily, and Halle could live well alone.

Emily was very smart, and Halle was very satisfied. Besides, Halle was also getting richer. But why did everyone feel that they were unfortunate?

Was it unfortunate only because she did not have a husband? Halle could totally rely on herself.

Was it unfortunate for Emily to not have a father? But who knew how many children with a father in the world were more unfortunate?

When Halle lived confidently and independently, everyone thought that she was pitiful.

Now, Halle also thought that she was miserable and could not live without a man!

After all, everyone thought that she needed a man beside her and her daughter.

Even a man like Titus thought so and kept harassing her.

Was it true that when Halle got married, and Emily had a father, and others would think that they lived happily?

Bruce furrowed his brows. The depression on Hilla made him very unhappy.

In particular, Hilla was sensitive right now. Perhaps because she was pregnant, even the slightest movement would easily make her think of herself.

"Silly, Halle is Halle, and you are you. But I should reflect on myself."

Hilla looked up at Bruce strangely, "Why?"

He was fine. Why did he need to reflect on himself? Did he do something wrong to her behind her back?

A man who betrayed his marriage was the worst.

Looking at Hilla’s pouting face, Bruce couldn’t help but smile. There was no need to

guess, he already knew what she thought.

"I must do something wrong, so my wife could think that she would get a divorce and have a miserable life."

Bruce said this with a lazy smile. Hilla was startled. She stared at him in shock. After a while, she blinked and punched his chest with a smile.

"I don’t feel sorry for my life. On the contrary, marrying you is the luckiest thing in my life. I must have done something right, so I could meet you at the most unlucky time of my life."

"Well, you hit me when I was unconscious. You twisted me, and kicked me off the bed."

Bruce exposed what Hilla had done. Immediately, the woman covered her red face and hummed in embarrassment, "At that time, I thought that I would serve a vegetable for the rest of my life, and I didn’t like you either. Of course, I didn’t take you to heart, but I took good care of you every day."

For a young woman in her twenties, it was a very difficult task to wipe a strange man’s body every day. At that time, she thought that if Bruce did not wake up, she would keep wiping for the rest of her life. Although it was because of the deal with Orlenna, she would occasionally feel a little aggrieved.

At that time, when she was ’bullying’ him, she didn’t think too much about it, nor did she mean to torture him. She just needed someone to spoil her and let her be willful at that time.

Now that she thought about it, she felt sorry.

"Yes, that’s why I couldn’t wait to wake up under your good care."

After his accident, although he was conscious, he still could not wake up.

Until one day, there was a voice nagging beside him. She kept screwing with his body. Therefore, he wanted to open his eyes and see who this annoying little girl was.

"We are talking about my sister. Why are you turning to me?"

Hilla realized that she had been led astray by Bruce again, and she could no longer remember the sentiments and unhappiness at this moment.

She did not know when, but now her heart belonged to this man!

...

The engagement party was over in the middle of the night. Horton frowned when he looked at the woman who tightly grabbed him by the arms, "Your fiance is in the room. It’s not good for you to hold a man like this."

He was so annoyed. This woman didn’t let him leave. He simply wanted to tear her off his body and stuff her into the opposite room.

Horton moved his arm, but Margaret hugged him even tighter. "If you continue to be like this, I will call for help," said he irritably.

"Call them over. I will tell them that I like you and I want to marry you. I will immediately break off the engagement to that Jorgansen guy because of you and let my mother beat you to death."

Her threat worked. Horton did not dare to speak!

He was not afraid of being beaten to death by Orlenna, he was afraid that Margaret would marry him. It was better to let him die.

"You can’t always grab me. Your mother will come soon. You don’t want to go back with me, do you?"

"If I can go with you, I will follow you tonight."

Horton trembled when he saw Margaret’s determined look. He only felt that his headache was getting worse. He comforted her by patting her shoulder, "Sorry, I don’t want to get involved with you."

"No!"

Margaret hugged Horton tightly, her entire body sticking close to him. She acted as she only wanted to marry him.

As soon as Horton looked up, he saw Julian coming out of the room not far away.

Suddenly, there was obvious awkwardness in his mind and heart.

How was he going to explain?

He was so wronged!

Margaret saw Julian too. She seemed to have read Horton’s mind and knew that Horton was about to abandon her.

Margaret used both hands and feet to hang on Horton’s body like a sloth, tightly hugging this man’s waist.

In Margaret’s eyes, Horton could not be considered an adult man. But in Julian’s eyes, Horton was a handsome and outstanding gentleman.

Well, it was offending! 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Sure enough, this scene was also very ridiculous.

"Horton, I will follow you today."

Margaret did not wait for Horton to pull her down and quickly shouted at the top of her lungs.

She wanted to take preemptive action and tell Julian with action and language, she would never sleep in the same room with him.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Of course your house!"

Margaret responded very smoothly. When Horton saw that the person was here, he had already calmed down. He stood in place and waited for the sloth to come down.

Sure enough, the next second, Margaret felt something went wrong and quickly turned her head in fright. "Mom..."

"My daughter is going to leave with someone. It’s really hard for you to call me mom."

"No, I didn’t leave!"

Margaret was so scared that she quickly got off Horton. Once Horton was freed, he instantly let out a sigh of relief. He was completely unable to see Julian’s expression.

After saying goodbye to Orlenna, he quickly ran away.

If he didn’t run, he would be the cannon fodder for tonight.

"Where were you thinking of going?"

Orlenna raised her voice, and Margaret immediately shook her head, "I’m not going anywhere. Right... I’m going back to my room!"

Before Orlenna could say anything, she disappeared at the bedroom door.

Orlenna’s gaze fell on Julian. It was a bit more dignified and deep. Although her voice was not as deliberately dignified as before, it clearly became colder.

"Margaret is a little willful. Since you are engaged, you should take good care of her."

There was no trace of politeness in Orlenna’s words, and the last words even carried a strong warning.

As long as Julian was not a fool, he would understand what Orlenna meant.

The daughter of the Andersons wasn’t someone he could call upon.

The daughter of the Andersons was noble and delicate, and he should take good care of her.

Julian nodded, and his expression also became more solemn, "This is what I should do."

Orlenna didn’t make things difficult for him and just said, "You guys have been busy

the whole night. Go back and rest early!"

Without waiting for Julian’s response, Orlenna had already gracefully and arrogantly walked upstairs to the room. Julian raised his eyebrows as he looked at the half-closed door in front of him. He walked in without hesitation.

In the room, Margaret had already drawn the line on the bed and placed a fluffy dog pillow in the middle.

Seeing Julian enter, Margaret patted the dog and said, "In case my mother from coming over in the midnight to check, it’s half for each of us. It’s fair!"

She was not domineering and unreasonable!

Julian glanced at her with a cold and expressionless face. He stepped forward and picked up his quilt. "Your mother probably doesn’t have the habit of watching her daughter and future son-in-law sleep in the midnight. You can sleep soundly!"

Then he carried the quilt and went to the sofa outside without looking back.

Margaret blushed when she saw the man was so self-conscious.

Unexpectedly, she still slept in her own bed. Margaret was satisfied and threw herself on the bed to roll.

If she had known earlier that she didn’t need to sleep in the same bed with Julian, she wouldn’t have had to stick to Horton for the whole night.

She didn’t like the type of soft men like Horton!

In the quiet night, it might be because of the sudden appearance of a man outside,

Margaret had insomnia. She rolled several times on the bed but did not fall asleep.

She sat up frustratingly.

Through the door, Margaret pursed her lips and said, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Why aren’t you sleeping?" Was he thinking of something inappropriate again, she heard that men were the easiest to be turned on, especially when they were stimulated.

It was easy for men to think nonsense in the dead of night, not to mention that a beautiful lady was lying on the bed next door.

Margaret thought Julian was too dangerous!

"I can’t sleep."

Margaret nodded and thought, <That is not surprising. This is a man. There is no moment in his mind that was clean.

Even if the woman is not the one they love, it still does not hinder their impulsive fantasies.>

Margaret rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Why can’t you sleep?"

He must be thinking about...

"Can you fell asleep on the sofa?" Especially when he could not even stretch his legs, he felt so wronged.

Margaret thought embarrassedly, "Sometimes I can and sometimes I can’t."

It was quiet outside the door. Margaret snorted at the door and made an ugly and disdainful face. Then she said fiercely, "You deserve it. Who told you to sleep on the sofa?"

On the sofa, Julian closed his eyes and listened to her energetic voice. The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The curtains of the living room were open. The moonlight cast glamour over his face. The man’s deep voice slowly came, "If I don’t sleep on the sofa, do you want me to share the bed with you? Margaret, do you have a crush on me and want to invite me to do something indescribable?"

Margaret thought with a red face, "You wish! I will only invite you to go to hell!"