Chapter 12


    Margaret had encountered simr scenarios several times during childhood. For some reason, she


    started cringing at it at a certain age. At such a close distance, she could pick up the faint cigarette


    smell lingering on Christopher and an odor of alcohol. He is drinking again! “Jenson’s gone, but there’s


    a new one now. Who is it? Hold hands until death do us part? Tell me now. Who’s this guy?” His voice


    sounded cold yet bewitching. Margaret did not dare to utter a word. He had already driven Jenson out


    of the country. If she were to admit that the gift was from Jenson, she could not imagine what would


    happen to him. In fact, she could not bring herself to imagine it. “I-I don’t know.” “You don’t know? If


    that’s the case, why were you deliberately hiding it from me? Meg, you’re such a naughty girl.” At first,


    he seemed to be cing his hand on her waist unintentionally. However, he tightened his grip slightly


    as he spoke. Panic-stricken, Margaret felt as if she was about to break down in tears at any time. “I


    really don’t know.” Christopher did not press on. Instead, he buried his face into her neck and sniffed


    her fragrant scent. “If it happens again, you know the consequences.” Petrified, Margaret could feel her


    blood running cold. “I understand. I-It won’t happen again.” It was only after she made a promise that


    his overbearing aura diminished. Nheless, he had no intention of letting her go. He brushed his soft


    lips against her neck affectionately, rendering Margaret bewildered. ording to her belief, such


    intimate actions would only ur between lovers. Why is he doing this, even though he hates me?


    Nheless, she could not summon her courage to push him away, thus standing stone-still there and


    tolerating his inappropriate behavior. When she thought that Christopher was about to take it further, he


    pushed her away suddenly, only to see him panting aggressively with a hint of repression. Margaret


    looked at him in puzzlement. More urately speaking, she was waiting on her toes for his next course


    of action. To her surprise, Christopher merely passed the gift box to her. In an indifferent tone, he said,


    “Throw it away.” She frowned in response. Is he ordering me to throw it away with my own hands? “Do


    you need me to repeat myself?” Christopher scowled, his eyes brimming with displease. Seeing that,


    Margaret dared not hesitate any longer. Thus, she hurriedly took it and threw it into the rubbish bin. She


    turned around and caught a glimpse of Christopher’s smirk. With that, she was dumbfounded. The next


    day, Margaret woke upte, all thanks to Christopher. Fortunately, Christopher had not done anything


    else to her except for the strange intimacy. Besides, she was relieved that she had tossed away the


    gift. Otherwise, it would have brought a sheer disaster upon Jenson. Standing at the door, Fredrick


    said, “Ms. Sullivan, I’ll be taking you to the school because Mr. Lewis has… thrown away your bicycle.”


    Margaret did notin at all. As the bicycle was quite old, it would wear out sooner orter. When


    they arrived at a road close to her school, she asked Fredrick to stop the car. “Fredrick, you can stop


    here. It’s only a few hundred meters journey. I can walk to school from here.” Pulling up the car at the


    roadside, Fredrick reminded, “Be careful. Call me after school. I’lle and fetch you.” Margaret


    pondered for a moment before replying, “Then, you should wait for me here after school. Please don’t


    go to the school entrance.” She did not want anyone to learn about her rtionship with Christopher, as


    she reckoned that she was a disgrace to him. Fredrick knew what she was thinking. He eventually


    agreed to her request resignedly. After bidding goodbye to Fredrick, Margaret met Jodie at the school


    entrance. Thetter was waiting for her, as usual. “Why are you sote today?” Margaret answered, “I


    woke upte.” Jodie held Margaret’s hand out of habit and proceeded to enter the school. “That’s rare.


    I waited here for you, and now I’m runningte as well.” Right as Margaret was about to make an


    exnation, her stomach suddenly clenched in pain. Noticing her pained expression, Jodie inched


    closer and asked out of concern, “What’s wrong with you?” Margaret shook her head. “I’m fine.” “Are


    you sure? Do you want to head to the infirmary?” “There’s no need for that. We’rete. We should get


    going.” Margaret waved her hand dismissively and pulled Jodie before trotting to the art ssroom.


    When they arrived outside the ssroom, she was already drenched in sweat due to the excruciating


    pain. To her dismay, the mentor merely nced at her and chided, “You’rete. Stand outside first.”N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.