Chapter 62 

The moment Margaret stepped out of the bathroom, the thick cigarette smoke that filled the room caused her to cough violently. 

This time, instead of putting out his cigarette, Christopher decided to be apathetic. Only half a bottle of whiskey was left on the table beside him. 

Margaret tried to breathe as little as she could while making her way to him. Once she was behind him, she asked, “What do you want to say?” 

Christopher clenched his fingers tightly, causing the cigarette to crumple and change shape. “What do you think I‘ll say?” 

The atmosphere was tense as silence descended upon them. 

Then, all the glasses on the table were swept to the floor as Christopher finally exploded with anger. He jumped to his feet and grabbed her shoulders. “Are you truly that impatient? Is just any man fine for you? I‘m not dead yet!” 

Margaret didn‘t say anything, just held the bath towel tightly and closed her eyes. “Maybe I‘ll be less afraid of him if I don‘t look at him...” she thought. 

which she got because of him. But now, he found it mocking him.

left without doing anything to Margaret, which was different from how he dealt

a bang, Margaret slumped on the edge of the bed like a soulless puppet.

drunk Christopher anymore, nor would he appear like a completely different person and nuzzle her

awake, Meg? Do

wrapped herself in the quilt. “I‘m

and didn‘t question the

voice rang out on the other end of

 

then said, “No, he didn‘t. I‘m

she asked again, “Why does your voice

smell. “Yes, I have a bit of a cold. If there‘s nothing else, I‘m hanging

After hanging up the call, she drifted off to sleep. By the time

usual, yet it strangely

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