Summer was coming, and the weather was getting warmer day by day.
Margaret walked behind Julian unwillingly. Just as she walked out of the villa, she hugged a pillar.
She stared at Julian with resentment, saying fiercely, "I'm stuffed. You did it on purpose!"
If he hadn't wanted to marry her, she, a sensible girl, could have agreed with him immediately.
Julian turned around and smiled coldly. In the dim light, his handsome profile looked mysterious.
"Stuff you on purpose? Yeah, of course. And I'd like to knock you down now," he thought.
Seeing that he was silent, Margaret had a silly grin on her face. "Am I right? Tell me, what did you put in the dishes?"
She was never afraid of any poison.
Julian stared at the woman and frowned. He stepped forward and pulled Margaret off the pillar.
The next second, he hoisted her up.
Margaret was shocked. She subconsciously hugged his shoulder and struggled in his arms. "What are you doing?"
