Chapter 11 Samson, Help
Samson caught hold of the soft body.
He lowered his deep eyes, looked at Margaret, and pursed his lips unhappily. “Margaret, why did you come here?”
Margaret didn’t expect to meet Samson here. Samson wore the tailor–made black suit, and the cold still lingered on its fine and expensive fabric.
Burning hot, Margaret instinctively pressed herself against Samson to suppress her desires with his aloofness.
Margaret blinked at Samson as she said, “Samson, help…”
Before Margaret finished her plea, Samson pushed her away. He coldly gazed at her and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
Margaret thought after she was pushed aside, “How could I ask him for help? I must have been
insane.
“It is impossible for him to help me.”
“I was drugged,” Margaret explained.
“Did she?” Samson wondered.
His eyebrows were deeply knitted. “What a troublemaker! She is good at pissing me off,” he thought.
“Wait.”
Samson strode to the French window, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number
The melodious ringtone sounded. Samson held his phone with one hand and pulled at his tie with the other one. The loose necktie made the aloof and dainty gentleman look careless and unruly at that moment.
Margaret didn’t dare to look at Samson.
The call was answered, and the voice of Barrett sounded. “Samson.”
Samson asked, “I have one question for you. How shall I help the woman who got drugged?”
Barrett laughed excitedly. “Damn, Samson, is she Ally? What are you waiting for? Help her yourself.”
Samson held his phone and demanded, “Answer my question.”
Barrett said, “Oh, not Ally. Just let that woman soak in cold water. It will be a torment for her. Her blood vessels burst if she can’t pull through.”
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Samson hung up the phone and turned to Margaret. “Can you take a cold shower by yourself?”
Margaret nodded. “Yes.”
She hurried into the bathroom.
Samson took off his black suit jacket. Right then, a scream of pain came from the bathroom. “Ouch!”
With impatience in his eyes, Samson thought, “What on earth is she doing
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Samson strode into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
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Margaret stood under the shower rose. Her coat had been taken off, and she had only one slip
dress on.
The thin strap made her shoulder look slender and glossy,
The tap hadn’t been turned on yet. Margaret held her forehead with misty eyes and sobbed, “I bumped my head.”
A that moment, Margaret looked delicate and innocent to Samson.
Samson was stunned. He found Margaret’s forehead red and swollen after removing the hand from it.
“What a fool!”
“I am not a fool! I am dizzy!”
“Stay put.”
“What?”
Samson felt speechless.
In Samson’s arms, Margaret looked up at Samson’s face which was handsome and flawless. “Your face is so handsome.”
Samson pushed Margaret out of his arms and to the cold wall. As his Adam’s apple moved, he cleared his throat and warned in a slightly hoarse voice, “Behave yourself!”
Margaret commented, “Wow, so strong! I like that.”
To help Margaret sober up, Samson took the shower rose and started spraying water towards her red face.
Margaret gave out a shout of surprise.
She unhappily pushed the shower rose aside “Samson, if Alice got drugged, would you help her yourself?”
Samson was taken aback. “What?”
Margaret looked at Samson, and tears welled
It seemed she would shed tears at any second.
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Samson froze on the spot and then withdrew his hand.
Margaret embraced Samson with her hands around his neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite Does it hurt?”
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Samson felt something soft on his neck before he answered the question. It was a kiss from Margaret.
Instantly, excitement flickered in Samson’s eyes. Margaret’s kiss moved upward and left several red marks on Samson’s resolute jaw.
The little beast became a kitten shortly after baring its fangs. Margaret showered Samson with kisses while lingering in his arms.
Margaret asked, “Did you sleep with Alice?”
Samson’s face darkened.
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Margaret stood on tiptoe, and her gaze was fixed on Samson’s thin lips. “Samson, I was drugged. I am still Mrs. Hawthorne. Help me, okay?”
Samson embraced Margaret, and her slender waist tempted him to take further action.
Margaret slowly reached for Samson’s thin lips.
Samson did not dodge Margaret this time.
The distance between their lips was shortened, and a kiss would happen the next second.
Just then, a melodious ringtone indicated an incoming call.
Samson took his phone out of his pants pocket and saw Alice’s name on its screen.
There came Alice’s call.
