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Chapter 82
Margaret lowered her head and took a deep breath. When she looked up again, her lips were curled into
a pleasant smile.
The audience was eagerly anticipating a fallout, but she was putting up an act to mask her real
emotions.
Slowly, she sauntered over and took the microphone from Waverly Gadway, Jenson‘s fiancée. Without
looking at Jenson, she said, “I‘m honored to have my work displayed here. As a former friend of yours, I
wish you happiness, Jenson.”
Without warning, Jenson pulled her into a tight and meaningful embrace. “I hope you‘ll be happy, too.”
Waverly was standing right next to them, so she saw the anguish in Jenson‘s eyes. The sight of Jenson‘s
anguish was pure torture to her.
The hug only lasted for five seconds, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Margaret returned the
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Christopher‘s gaze tracked her every movement. His lips were pursed, and he didn‘t utter a word.
Beside him, Steven joked, “Christopher, I suddenly realized Margaret resembles you a lot. She‘s great at
putting up an act so others won‘t know what she‘s thinking about.”
Without a word, Christopher strode toward Margaret. Feeling worried, Steven dragged Casper and
trailed after him.
When Jodie spotted the three men, her face turned as dark as thunder. Standing before Margaret in a
protective manner, she demanded, “Christopher, have you had enough? You‘ve achieved your goal! I
was wondering why Meg had to suffer back in primary school despite having you as her brother. Turns
out you were gentle to everyone except for her! You don‘t deserve to be her brother, let alone her
husband!”
To everyone‘s surprise, Christopher remained unfazed. Steven, however, bristled and pulled Jodie away.
“Shut up! This doesn‘t concern you. Let‘s go!”
No matter how hard Jodie struggled, she was no match for Steven. The man dragged her away easily.
As a result, she bit into his wrist and caused a bloody wound.
Steven found it both annoying and hilarious. “Are you a dog?” he demanded.
Jodie glared at him. “I‘m not a dog, but I don‘t mind turning into one–when I see you. You‘re a b*stard,
just like Christopher!”
Steven felt wronged, but he couldn‘t really explain himself. “All right, then. You can assume whatever you
like as long as you‘re happy.”
Meanwhile, Margaret didn‘t show her displeasure or fury before Christopher. She took his arm and said,
“I‘d like to go home. Should we leave together? Or should I leave alone so you can give Megan a ride?”
Christopher gazed at her intently. For the first time in his life, he couldn‘t read her thoughts. “Let‘s go.”
Back in the car, Margaret kept a distance between them and wore an icy expression that resembled his.
Through the rearview mirror, Noah glanced at both icebergs and felt a chill go down his spine. “Mr. and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMrs. Lewis, a–are we going home?”
Margaret said nothing, but Christopher responded with a curt grunt.
Throughout the journey, they didn‘t utter a word. Back at the Lewis residence, Margaret took a shower
and changed into comfortable house slippers and casual clothes before entering the art room. After
locking the door, she finally allowed the tears to trickle down her cheeks.
Initially, she thought her hatred would fade away with time, but she belatedly realized it would merely
intensify with time. Christopher still hated her, and her hatred for him was increasing drastically. No
matter how hard she tried to keep the balance and peace, it just wouldn‘t work. I shouldn‘t have harbored any wishful thinking in the first place!
That night, Christopher left the Lewis residence in his car.
Elizabeth knocked on the door of the art room. “Meg, dinner‘s ready. Mr. Lewis went on an outstation trip,
so I believe he‘ll only be back a few days later.”
After finding out that Christopher wasn‘t around, Margaret left her brush aside and headed downstairs.
When Elizabeth spotted her swollen eyes, she couldn‘t hide her concern. “Meg, what happened?”
Margaret gave a nonchalant shrug, “I‘m fine. I‘m just a little tired after drawing for a
long period.”
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