Chapter 12

Margret's gaze fluttered across the phone's screen, anticipating the familiar glow of a recognized name. Instead, the mysterious label "Unknown Caller" beckoned her curiosity, taunting her like an enigmatic whisper.

Margret's fingers instinctively wrapped around the phone as she picked up the call, her voice melodious as she greeted the unknown caller with a cheerful "Hello?" But the response was deafening silence. She tried again, her tone laced with a hint of curiosity, "Hello?" Still, the caller remained obstinately mute. With a flicker of annoyance, Margret terminated the call.

Barely a minute had ticked by when the same mysterious caller breached the silence once more. Margret's patience was wearing thin as she answered, her voice firm but polite, "Hello?"

This time, the caller's voice was laced with a hesitant uncertainty, "Hello, am I speaking to Mrs. Mason?" Margret's response was a crisp correction, "No, I'm not Miss Mason."

"who are you? " asked Margret.

The caller's plea was laced with a hint of desperation, "May I speak to her, please?" Margret's annoyance simmered just below the surface as she retorted, "You've got the wrong number," before terminating the call with a decisive click.

But the caller refused to be deterred, their persistence bordering on obstinacy as they called yet again. Margret's response was a harsh rebuke, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation, "I don't know who you are, I'm not Miss Mason, I'm Margret. Don't call again!"

The finality in her tone brooked no argument. The caller's audacity had unleashed Margret's inner tempest, and she was determined to quell the disturbance.

As she ended the call, a lingering shadow of intrigue danced in her mind, hinting at the possibility of a more complex narrative behind the enigmatic caller. Was it simply a wrong number, a momentary lapse, or was there a hidden agenda waiting to be unraveled? The whisper of doubt tantalized her, but she firmly dismissed the notion, casting it aside like a discarded veil.

As soon as Margret terminated the previous call, Fredrick's phone sprang to life, shrill ringing piercing the air like a siren's wail. She glanced at the screen, her eyes widening as she saw the enigmatic caller ID: "My Wife" accompanied by a telltale heart emoji, its bright red color seeming to pulse with an otherworldly intensity. With furtive haste, she quickly carried the phone, careful to avoid it's ringing capturing Fredrick's notice, her movements quite as swift and surreptitious as a thief in the night. "Hello?" she answered, her voice low and guarded, like a sentry defending a fortress.

"May I speak to Fredrick?" the caller inquired, their tone laced with an air of authority, their words dripping with an unspoken sense of entitlement. Margret's response was a masterclass in evasiveness, "Fred is indisposed, who is this?" she parried, her words dripping with polite but firm curiosity, her tone a delicate balancing act between courtesy and caution.

"Am Dr. Westley ," the caller replied, their voice tinged with a hint of professional gravity, their words freighted with an unspoken sense of urgency. "I'm the attending physician to his wife at the hospital." Margret's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications, her thoughts tumbling over each other like a riotous cascade. "Fredrick has no wife," she declared, her tone firm and final, her words dropping like a guillotine's blade. "Don't bother him again." With a decisive click, she terminated the call, the sound echoing through the air like a slammed door, the finality of the gesture a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within.

Margret's voice had escalated to a fever pitch, its strident tones piercing the air and capturing Fredrick's attention like a siren's call. He came out from the bathroom, his curiosity piqued, and inquired about why she was kinda loud and why she wasn't in the bathroom with him. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice laced with a tenderness as he asked.

Margret's response was a dismissive whisper, "Nothing, darling," but her words lacked conviction, and Fredrick's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing the veil of her nonchalance like a hot knife through butter. "I've been awaiting for you since na," he said, his tone tinged with a hint of playful reproach.

Margret's apology was a gentle caress, "Forgive me, my love. I was entangled in a phone conundrum, but all is resolved now." Her words were accompanied by a tender touch, her fingers tracing the contours of his face as she leaned in to bestow a soft, conciliatory kiss upon his lips, she began touching him at very sensitive areas. The gesture was a masterful deflection, a subtle redirection of his attention from the mystery of her earlier distress to the warmth of their intimate connection, a connection that only grew stronger with each touching moment.

As their lips intertwined, the fervor of their passion ignited, and they stumbled back into the bathroom, their bodies entwined in a sensual Desires. Margret's desire to pleasure Fredrick consumed her, and she surrendered to her instincts, lavishing him with intimate attention. The tender caress of her lips and the gentle strokes of her hands on his dick while giving him head(oral) orchestrated a symphony of delight, leaving Fredrick breathless and yearning for more.

Time stood still as they succumbed to the ecstasy of the moment, their union transcending the mundane and entering the realm of the sublime. The crescendo of Fredrick's pleasure built steadily, until finally, he surrendered to the inevitable, his body shuddering with cumming as Margret's ministrations coaxed him to a satisfying climax.

As the warmth of their passion dissipated, they surrendered to the practicalities of the moment, indulging in a refreshing shower that washed away the remnants of their intimacy.

Following their invigorating showers, they harmonized in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous breakfast together, their culinary symphony filled with laughter and affection. As they savored each bite, their joy was palpable..

Too bad they where now living the love life Fiona craved for and now leaving her to fate on the hospital bed.

Back at hospital, Mrs Westley had giving told Hailey about their new findings on Fiona health.