Chapter 564


    Marguerite’s ears were practically calloused from all the ttering talks Zack was throwing her way. She


    knew he was buttering her up, hoping to make his future at work a little less grueling.


    She was about to wave him off when Mileytched onto Zack’s arm and demanded, “How did you


    know that, Zack? And if you’re fibbing, I’ll spill the tea about your little gossip session to Mr. Winston!”


    Zack paled, shaking his head frantically, “I would never fib! Actually, before you two arrived, I got a call


    from Mr. Winston! It scared the daylights out of me, because why would a big shot like him lower


    himself to ring me up?


    He mentioned his assistant had a sprained ankle and insisted we take it seriously or else he’d have my


    head. That’s why I asked Ms. Lockwood if she wanted a wheelchair earlier.


    At first, I thought Mr. Winston was just testing our hospitality towards clients. Only when I found out Ms.


    Lockwood is Mr. Winston’s ex-wife did I realize his concern was genuine!”


    Marguerite was surprised. Frederick had actually called to make sure Zack took care of her?


    What in the world was that man up to?


    Meanwhile, Miley was grinning from ear to ear, “I never bought it when Robert said Mr. Winston was


    shy. But now, it’s clear he’s indeed like that. It’s funny, though. If he wants to pamper hisdy, why go


    through middlemen? Sounds like a fuss over nothing!”


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    As Miley prattled on, Marguerite’s scalp itched with irritation.


    Without giving Zack another look, she ignored him, and he took the hint to skedaddle.


    Munching on a cold cut from her te, Miley suddenly blurted out, “It’s dull if you do nothing.”


    Marguerite was baffled, “What are you talking about?”


    Miley rolled her eyes, “You really don’t catch my drift? Fine, I’lly it out in and simple! You are still in


    love with Mr. Winston, no doubt about that. And Mr. Winston, even though he’s tight-lipped, he’s been


    showering you with tender loving care in every little aspect of life. I don’t see the point in your dithering


    and testing. Love isn’t about entanglement. Sure, you need a storm to see the rainbow, but what’s the


    use if your rtionship is always stormy? If there’s a big bang and the world explodes, there won’t be


    any rainbow left.


    Think about it, Marguerite. I reckon you need to take the bull by the horns.”


    Marguerite felt a pang of sadness, “I already made a move, didn’t I? He rejected me.”


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    “That was a move? How long did you persist? A week?”


    “And what if he rejects me again?”


    “Then you cut him off, for good. Never see him again. I don’t believe a man who truly loves you would


    watch you walk down the aisle with Maurice Winston.


    If that happens, no matter what Mr. Winston’s reasons are, I’d say he’s a coward!”


    Miley’s candidness made sense, and Marguerite fell silent, deep in thought. If everyone else could see


    that he loved her, but he himself was oblivious, was there any point in continuing this charade?


    She had never been the one fooling herself-it was Frederick all along! But facing his feelings was one


    thing, admitting them quite another. Was she really ready to tear down that wall?


    Marguerite was tangled in her thoughts again.


    That evening, at the Winston Mansion.


    Marguerite,den with bags of toys, returned to the Winston Mansion, changed into her pajamas, and


    headed to the nursery.


    In the room were only Hayes and Teresa. At the sight of the toys in Marguerite’s hands, they were over


    the moon!


    They divided the spoils amicably, and Teresa wasted no time ying with her new Barbie doll.


    Hayes, however, was cradling a brand-new Transformers toy with a glum expression, pouting as if


    wrestling with a tough decision.


    Sensing his mood, Marguerite asked softly, “Don’t you like it, Hayes?”


    He shook his head and stuttered, “Like… but Manley… likes more…”


    Manley was crazy about Transformers.


    A few days back, when they had made up, Hayes had given all his Transformers to Manley.


    Marguerite got the picture right away, “You want to give this toy to Manley, right?”


    Hayes’ eyes widened with hope as he gazed at Marguerite and nodded earnestly.


    Teresa, on the other hand, was having none of it, “No way! Manley lied this morning, said Mommy hit


    him! I’m not giving my toy to him!”