Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 70

“I’ll be there soon.”

“Take care of her. If anything comes up, call me.”

Before leaving, he gave Wilma a few instructions, then hurried out the door.

It was Marguerite’s first night in his home, and she felt a little out of place. She shifted uneasily before finally settling onto the bed.

A short while later, Wilma knocked and came in. Marguerite sat up as she entered.

“Ma’am, I brought this ointment from back home. I noticed you got hurt—it works wonders for wounds. Put it on tonight and you’ll see a big difference by morning. No scars, I promise!”

Wilma smiled warmly, her manner gentle and motherly. “You have such a beautiful face—it would be a shame to let a scar ruin it. Let me help you put some on.”

Wilma was genuinely kind; she radiated friendliness and care.

No wonder Leonard trusted her so much.

“Wilma, it’s all right—I can handle it myself. Why don’t you take a break?” Marguerite replied, feeling a little awkward with the attention.

“It’s no trouble, ma’am. Let me help. I know it’s a bit strange, being here for the first time, but you’ll get used to it. If you need anything, just let me know. I’ve been working for Mr. Murphy for almost ten years now—he’s always treated me very well, so you don’t need to stand on ceremony.”

Marguerite smiled, glancing around. With a playful tone, she asked, “Wilma, does he often bring people home?”

Wilma laughed. “Ma’am, you’re the first woman he’s ever brought here. I swear I’m not making that up. And I can tell from the way Mr. Murphy looks at you—he really cares. He’s never been this attentive with anyone else.”

“I’m fine too. Where are you now? Does it still hurt?”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Taylor, really. I’m all right. After the incident, Mr. Zade got what he deserved—his people roughed him up and handed him over to the police. They took me to the hospital for a full check-up, and nothing’s wrong. They even brought me home afterward. Honestly, everyone was incredibly kind.”

Laura filled her in on everything. Hearing that Laura was safe, Marguerite finally relaxed.

“Laura, I’m so sorry—I dragged you into this and you got hurt because of me. Please, take a couple of days to rest at home. Don’t worry about work for now,” Marguerite said, guilt weighing on her.

“Ms. Taylor, please don’t say that. Protecting you is my job—and besides, you’ve always looked out for me. I’m happy to help you.”

Then Laura hesitated, her tone suddenly teasing. “By the way… the man who protected you today—he was incredibly handsome. Is he your fiancé?”