Chapter 62
Margaret smiled at me, as if to say she understood what I meant, but wouldn’t say anything.
about it.
“That’s not what I meant. I just think you are too skinny.”
With that, she took the empty bowls and cutlery to the kitchen and started to work.
I was so full that I had to walk around this 2,150 square feet residence to help with digestion.
I wandered into the kitchen out of boredom and saw Margaret preparing chicken, duck, and
fish..
1 was shocked. “Margaret, is this all for me? I can’t eat that much by myself tonight.”
Margaret didn’t even look up as she said, “I know. Mr. Zook is coming for dinner too. It’s my first time cooking for the boss, so I want to prepare my best dishes.”
I was shocked again. “He’s coming?”
Margaret smiled and said, “Yes. Doesn’t Mr. Zook live here?”
I quickly waved my hands. “No. He doesn’t live here. We are not living together.”
Margaret seemed unconcerned as she waved her hands before she continued cleaning the chicken and duck
I wanted to leave. After some thought, I turned back and explained, “Mr. Zook is like a brother figure to me. My brother is abroad, so Mr. Zook is helping him to look after me.”
Margaret hummed in acknowledgment and continued to clean the duck’s stomach.
It seemed like she didn’t believe me. I paced around, thinking that if I were a divorced woman in my mid–20s, I probably wouldn’t care about this misunderstanding.
However, I had the mindset of an 18 year old, stuck on all those silly rules. I would feel so embarrassed if someone misunderstood me.
I paced around nervously and couldn’t help but explain, “Margaret, there’s really nothing between Mr. Zook and me.”
To make it more persuasive, I gritted my teeth and confessed, “Actually, I’m married.”
Margaret finally looked at me amid her work. She sized me up and shook her head. “You don’t look like one at all.”
I hurriedly said, “But, I’m really married. My husband cheated on me, and I’m in the of getting a divorce.”
process
Margaret smacked her thigh and said, “That’s what you should do. Get rid of the bad
guy.
and
the next one will be a good one.”
I was at a loss for words.
As Margaret skillfully cleaned the meat and vegetables, she went on and on.
“Ms. Lambert, I’m only telling you this because we are from the same hometown. When it comes to men, you can’t just look at their appearances or what they say. You have got to pay attention to what they do.
“A woman needs to be clear–headed and know what she really wants. You can’t put all
your eggs in one basket. Let me tell you, some scumbags are really bad. They’ll deceive you for sex
and love.
“Once a woman gives too much in a relationship, it’s hard for her to accept the outcome if things go wrong. Some women feel so hopeless that they attempt to end their lives. These kinds of women are foolish…”
I quietly slipped away.
I was the foolish woman whom Margaret mentioned.
It was tough for me.
After I returned to my room, the doorbell rang
Margaret went to open the door. After a while, she brought a huge bouquet of roses. She looked cheerful as she said, “Ms. Lambert, look! Someone sent you flowers!”
The roses were pale pink shrub roses, with layers of petals and a nice texture.
I know it because I kept seeing the videos of these expensive and beautiful roses.
I looked around and saw at least 60 roses in the bouquet.
Margaret said happily, “See, Mr. Zook is so nice to you. He sent roses before he arrived.”
The bouquet of roses looked suspicious to me.
Something didn’t add up. Tristan wasn’t the type of guy to send me expensive and
conspicuous roses.
I was searching for the card in the bouquet. After looking for a while, I couldn’t find one.
I mumbled, “Why isn’t there a card?”
Margaret handed me a pair of scissors and said, “This place is so empty and lifeless. Why don’t you arrange the flowers. It will brighten up your mood.”
I thought about it and agreed, so I started to unwrap the bouquet in order to arrange the
flowers.
Then, the doorbell rang again.
