Chapter 12
Margaret felt an inexplicable sense of oppression when it was too quiet during meals, so she spoke up, "You didn't wait for your friend today, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"
"No problem."
With that cold response, Leonard brushed off Margaret's attempt at conversation.
Margaret was at a loss for words and didn't know what else to say.
She couldn't help but wonder why he was so cold even to Frank.
They ate in silence, and after finishing, Leonard went to wash the dishes as usual.
Margaret returned to her bedroom, deciding to deal with the mattress issue tomorrow.
She closed her eyes, but her mind was filled with the sound of Howard saying that Stella was pregnant.
It was like a spell, lingering in her mind.
She didn't know how long it took, but she finally felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Margaret felt something was off when she woke up. The bed she was sleeping on was much softer than the one she slept on last night.
She thought she was still dreaming, but when she used her hand to push herself up, she felt the softness, confirming she wasn't dreaming.
She opened her eyes and saw a computer on the desk, feeling a bit disoriented.
Wasn't that Leonard's computer?
Looking around, she realized she was in the master bedroom, not the guest bedroom.
And the mattress—now that she carefully felt it—was the new one she had bought!
She was shocked and instinctively grabbed the blanket, only to reveal a muscular body next to her.
She was stunned to see Leonard lying beside her, so nervous she didn't know what to say.
"Dr. Graham!"
Wait!
She remembered sleeping in the guest bedroom last night, definitely not the master bedroom, and she hadn't put the new mattress on.
How did she wake up in the master bedroom, and why was she sleeping with Leonard?
Leonard sat up in bed, shoulder to shoulder with her, with a hint of irritation from just waking up.
Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, Margaret even began to wonder if it was her fault.
"How did I end up in the master bedroom?"
Leonard got out of bed swiftly, "You were sleepwalking last night."
Sleepwalking?
Margaret looked at Leonard in disbelief, unable to accept that she would suddenly start sleepwalking.
She had never heard of herself having this habit when she was with the Thorne Family.
Margaret composed herself, "If I was sleepwalking, you could have woken me up."
"Waking someone up during sleepwalking can be life-threatening."
Margaret paused, not knowing what to say, "Then you could have slept in the guest bedroom."
The agreement clearly stated that they couldn't enter each other's private space without permission.
But it seemed she was the one who entered his bedroom first.
"This is my room, why should I go to the guest bedroom?"
His reasoning was clear and logical, leaving Margaret with no room to argue.
"Then please, Dr. Graham, remember to lock the door next time you sleep."
Margaret held her aching head, trying to get out of bed, but when she lifted the blanket, she realized she was wearing a nightgown.
A nightgown?
She didn't remember changing clothes before bed last night!
She looked at her body and then at Leonard, who seemed unfazed, "Did you help me change clothes?"
"You were complaining about being uncomfortable and wanted to take off your clothes yourself. I had no choice but to help you."
He said it so matter-of-factly!
Margaret shook her head repeatedly, "That's impossible."
She wasn't that uninhibited, even if she was sleepwalking...
"I have a video, do you want to see it?"
"No... no need!"
She didn't want to see how embarrassing she was last night.
And she didn't expect Leonard to record a video. Did he anticipate her disbelief and recorded it just in case?
But Leonard clearly didn't intend to let her off the hook and still played the video.
In the video, Margaret clung to him like an octopus, mumbling about being hot.
Leonard gently asked her, "What do you want?"
In the video, she groggily replied, "I... I want you."
Those words made Margaret's face instantly turn red. She wished she could bury herself in the blanket. She had no idea she had said such things.
Margaret's mind was in a mess, and Leonard stood there calmly, watching her.
His intense gaze made her even more embarrassed.
Feeling humiliated, she got up to go to her guest bedroom.
But in her haste, she didn't notice the cabinet beside her and stubbed her toe, causing her to stumble forward.
Instinctively, she frowned and closed her eyes, but Leonard quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back from falling.
She fell into his strong arms, colliding with his well-defined chest.
The atmosphere in the bedroom turned ambiguous. Leaning against his chest, Margaret remembered the inexplicable kiss from yesterday and blushed again.
She also felt the change in Leonard's body.
He was a healthy man, so now, with her leaning against him, his lower body had started to harden, pressing against her inner thigh, feeling very hot.
Before Margaret could say anything, Leonard's kisses rained down on her.
Their lips pressed tightly together, and a translucent liquid trickled down her mouth. Leonard's hand slipped under her clothes, gently squeezing her firm breast, making her shiver all over.
The kiss left her dazed, and just as Leonard was about to take off her nightgown, she suddenly came to her senses and quickly pulled away from his embrace, "I'll go make breakfast."
Seeing her quickly leave, Leonard felt a sense of emptiness in his arms.
His eyes were filled with emotions as he forcibly suppressed the desire she had ignited.
Margaret had aroused his desire and then ran away—who taught her that?
He squinted his eyes, still reminiscing about her soft touch.
If she hadn't run so fast, he wouldn't need a cold shower to calm down now.
When Leonard came out of the bathroom, he was back to normal. They ate breakfast face to face, neither mentioning what had just happened.
Margaret didn't start a conversation today because she was too embarrassed to look at him.
After breakfast, Margaret cleaned up the dishes while Leonard poured the half cup of water she had left last night into the sink.
Then they left the house together.
She had to go to the office today; it had been several days since she last went.
As soon as she stepped outside, she saw a Ferrari parked downstairs, and standing next to it was the punk man from yesterday, Frank.