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. 

shoulder, which she got because of him. But now, he found it mocking him. “You make me

Margaret, which was

on the edge of the bed like a soulless puppet.

would call her to pick up an utterly drunk Christopher anymore, nor would he appear like a completely different person

“Are you awake, Meg? Do you want to have something to eat? What happened to

in the quilt. “I‘m not

question

the end, she answered the call. Jodie‘s voice rang out on the other end of the phone. “Are you all right, Meg? Jack has explained everything to me, and I‘ve never doubted you two... Christopher didn‘t do anything

 

hesitated, then said, “No, he didn‘t. I‘m

off with Margaret‘s voice. Still worried about her friend, she asked

sense of smell. “Yes, I have a bit of a cold.

night, and now she felt sluggish and drowsy. After hanging up the call, she drifted off to sleep.

it strangely brought a sense of

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