Chapter 3: Long-Planned

Despite her composed exterior in front of Abigail, Margaret was inwardly shocked by the scene she had awoken to that morning.

Upon her arrival in Ravenford, Margaret had found her luggage incomplete, leaving her without her usual sleepwear. As a result, she had spent the night wearing only a lace bralette and a pair of panties.

When Margaret woke up, she found a man resting his head on her chest, his stubble brushing against her smooth, white breasts, causing a prickling sensation. Their legs were tangled together, each holding onto the other as if they were two drowning people clinging desperately to survive. There was no way for her to disentangle herself without disturbing him.

Margaret’s face flushed with embarrassment as she tried several times to free herself, but her efforts were in vain. Finally, she took a deep breath and lay still, trying to make sense of the situation.

It quickly became clear to her: Abigail must have deliberately misled her to the wrong room, intending to embarrass her by making it appear as though she was a promiscuous woman who couldn’t wait to climb into her fiancé’s bed immediately after arriving.

As she lay there, the man began to murmur in his sleep, his whispered words piquing Margaret’s curiosity, and she instinctively leaned closer listen.

"Marjorie, Marjorie."

The name the man repeatedly called out puzzled Margaret. She had already guessed that the man in her arms was likely her fiancé, the young and promising William Fisher of Ravenford.

Could it be that the man she was engaged to already had someone he loved?

Margaret had no desire to be involved in a complicated love triangle. If her fiancé already had someone he was devoted to, she saw no reason to stay with the Fisher family.

As William's murmurs grew louder, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his arms began to flail as if trying to grasp something.

There was no need to say more; a nightmare was clearly tormenting William.

In his nightmare, it seemed he was about to lose the person he loved most. He kept shouting, "Marjorie! Please don't leave me! Don't abandon me!"

At the peak of his emotional turmoil, William suddenly woke from his nightmare and tightly embraced Margaret.

"Marjorie, don't leave me alone."

Margaret was stunned by the sudden hug, completely at a loss, her heart pounding.

As William slowly came to his senses, he realized the woman in his arms wasn't the "Marjorie" he longed for. He quickly let go. In shock, he understood this was Margaret, the fiancée Bradley had arranged for him years ago—a country girl with no background who had arrived by high-speed train.

William's gaze darkened as he stared at her. "Margaret, on your very first day in the Fisher family home, you climb into my bed. You really are something."

Margaret frowned, irritated by the insinuation. The Fisher family seemed to be living in their own delusional world.

Margaret got out of bed and coldly said, "You are overthinking. Abigail told me that this was my room yesterday. Besides, I have no interest in you. I came here only to fulfill my agreement with my grandfather."

William's lofty status meant he was always surrounded by women who fawned over him. It was the first time a woman had directly expressed that she had no interest in him, and William found it rather intriguing.

"The entire room's design, the razor, the belts—all these men's items should have clued you in, yet you still fell for it. That leaves only two possibilities: either you're incredibly stupid, or you deliberately used this as an opportunity to seduce me," William said calmly.

This left Margaret speechless. She had never encountered a man so utterly confident in his charm, a level of arrogance that was truly off-putting.

What an arrogant guy!

Margaret retorted, "I was already asleep last night. Didn't you notice someone else in the bed when you came back? You held me all night. Could it be that you had planned this all along?"

William's face darkened further at Margaret's sharp words. The memories of last night flooded back, and he found himself unable to refute her.

Meeting Margaret's gaze, William was momentarily stunned.

Those eyes really did resemble hers.

Seeing this, Margaret smiled even more.

"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that? Have you really fallen for me?" she smirked.

Snapping back to reality, William's face turned grim, and he said in a cold, clear voice, "Get out. Don't come to this room again."

Margaret didn't linger. She gathered her things and left.

It was their first meeting, and they already found each other insufferable.