Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Fading Warmth

Andrew saw her pouting face and knew right away something was up.

He frowned, his smooth voice turning a bit shaky. “Maggie, I warn you-don’t cry…”

Seeing her eyes well up felt like a fist squeezing his heart. It hurt.

Finished

She looked up at him with those big, pitiful eyes, being totally unreasonable. “Then let me touch you…”

“Maggie, how about some blood instead?” He had to divert her attention.

Sure enough, at these words, Margaret’s drunken eyes lit up instinctively, filled with longing and obsession.

She pulled her hand out from under his shirt. “Andrew, I want it.”

“Mmm, it’s all yours,” Andrew said, taking out that silver pocket knife. He didn’t even flinch as he sliced his wrist open.

Bright, tempting blood oozed out of the wound.

Margaret leaned in and bit down immediately, sucking greedily.

After a while, Darryl hurried over with a steaming bowl of hangover soup. “Mr. Mohler, the hangover soup is ready.”

As soon as he’d seen Margaret get drunk, Andrew had told him to make the hangover soup right away.

But Andrew just glanced at him faintly before saying casually, “Pour it out.”

Darryl was stunned.

After drinking the blood, Margaret calmed down completely. She closed her eyes in Andrew’s arms and fell asleep with a contented look on her face.

Andrew looked down at the girl in his arms, his eyes reflecting nothing but her.

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Margaret slept until dark before slowly opening her eyes.

Sober now, her stunningly beautiful eyes were cold-devoid of any warmth!

She blinked slowly and immediately realized she wasn’t in that dark little room, but in the living room of Mohler Manor.

And she wasn’t on a soft bed. She was against something firmer… like someone’s chest.

She looked down and sure enough, found herself lying in Andrew’s arms. She had no idea how long she’d

been like that.

“Maggie, you’re awake?” Andrew held her tightly, his eyes fixed on her face.

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Chapter 119 Fading Warmth

He’d noticed the moment she opened her eyes.

Finished

“Mmm,” Margaret replied, reaching up to rub her still-aching head. Her face was expressionless, back to her cold, queenly self!

Seeing her indifferent reaction, Andrew’s eyes darkened, a hint of regret and reluctance creeping in.

Margaret was stunning when she had that frosty edge to her-but he much preferred her drunk. Because when she was tipsy, she’d cling to him and act all coquettish!

“How long did I sleep?” Margaret climbed out of Andrew’s arms, stood up straight, and stretched lazily.

She knew she’d gotten drunk and thought she’d fallen asleep right after.

As for why she’d ended up in Andrew’s arms, she had no idea and didn’t plan to find out.

Her departure left a cold breeze in her wake. Andrew’s arms felt empty instantly, and his heart felt empty too. The feeling sucked!

Andrew frowned. “Maggie, you slept for six hours.” He’d held her for six hours too!

“Oh,” Margaret replied faintly, as if she didn’t care.

She was just like a frigid alpine rose on a crag-cold, drop-dead gorgeous, and totally unattainable.

Seeing her cold demeanor, Andrew couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

She’d teased him so much when she was drunk, but now she was back to normal!

She’d even touched him, and she’d completely forgotten!

He asked, “Maggie, don’t you remember what happened after you got drunk?”

Margaret turned to him, frowning. “I fell asleep right after getting drunk. Did I make a scene or something?”

In her past life, Margaret had never gotten drunk because her body was immune to alcohol. But she could imagine what she’d be like-with her cold personality, even drunk, she’d only sleep quietly.

Making a scene was totally out of character for her.

Andrew fell silent. If that’s what she believed, fine. Let her be happy

Walter, who was standing nearby, also kept his mouth shut. He’d seen the whole drunken performance.

He really wanted to tease her about it, but he didn’t have the guts.

Sober Margaret was a completely different person from her drunk self.

Sober Margaret was cold, cool, and gave off a vibe that could freeze blood-just like Andrew. One single glance from either of them was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

He didn’t dare mess with her.

“Walter, what are you staring at?” Walter was still deep in thought when he heard Andrew’s cold, dissatisfied

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