Chapter 47

On the way

to dinner, my mind was still a whirlwind, replaying the scene from earlier and feeling utterly baffled by my own naivety.

When Margaret threw that question out, a part of me actually hoped Bryant would stand up for me, saying something like, “Of course she can spend my money,” or, “Since when does she need your approval to use my money?”

But what did Bryant say? He said, “The car was a gift from Grandpa.”

That shut Margaret up alright.

a:

When Margaret made a scene, he didn’t recognize my car, let alone remember I got the car. Or maybe, he did remember, but he didn’t want Margaret to know he was actually nice

to me.

Here I was, Mrs. Ferguson, feeling like I didn’t even have the right to use what was supposedly ours. Did I really need to hide and tiptoe around his ex?

And yet, he could give Margaret a car right in front of me, coldly pacifying her with, “Come on, you’re not a child. What’s the big deal? Buy the same model in a different color. It won’t take long.”

to twinkle in

something identical to

driving, asked, “Still thinking about

“Yeah.”

divorce was coming didn’t really ease the sting of

as she usually would, but instead said, “If she really ends up driving the same car as you, I’ll

planning?” I sensed

I’ve got it under control. You just focus on staying

restaurant wasn’t far, and as Christine finished speaking, she smoothly parked at the

was, it boasted an incredible menu that attracted locals especially during the autumn

Chapter 47

I

do anything rash, okay? All I want is a

it,” Christine replied nonchalantly, heading to the

daunting-forty to fifty tables ahead

someone yelled from an upstairs window, showcasing a handsome face, “Hey, Chris, come on up! We’ve saved you a

It was Steven.

expected this playboy to frequent a place so lively and

up at the prospect of skipping the wait, and we quickly headed

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