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. 

the scar on Margaret‘s shoulder, which she got because of him. But now,

that, he left without doing anything to Margaret, which was

Margaret slumped on the edge of the bed like a soulless

No one would call her to pick up an utterly drunk Christopher anymore, nor would he appear like a completely different person and nuzzle her neck like

in the morning, Elizabeth knocked on the door. “Are you awake, Meg? Do you want to have something

wrapped herself in the quilt. “I‘m not hungry, and nothing

and didn‘t question the matter

the call. Jodie‘s voice rang out on the other end

 

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

about her friend, she asked again, “Why does your voice sound so hoarse? Did you catch

have a bit

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

bleach was pungent as usual, yet it strangely brought

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