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.”

lights beginning to twinkle in the

he could just give away something identical to what was supposed to be a

asked, “Still thinking about

“Yeah.”

coming didn’t

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

planning?” I

got it under control. You just focus on staying healthy

Christine finished speaking,

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

Chapter 47

I

of the car, I warned her, “Don’t do anything rash, okay? All I want is

Christine replied nonchalantly, heading to the entrance to check

tables ahead of us. How long would that

we were fretting, someone yelled from an upstairs window, showcasing a handsome face, “Hey, Chris, come

It was Steven.

hadn’t expected this playboy to frequent a

prospect of skipping

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