Chapter 1279
Chapter 1279:
Margo’s throat tightened. “Do you ever stop to think about how much it hurts me,” she murmured, “knowing you’re in love with Annabel p>
She bit her lip, finally giving in to her emotions, and gently caressed his cheek.
“Annabel…” Rory’s eyes gleamed. His grip on Margo’s hand tightened as he leaned closer.
Margo clenched her free hand, torn apart inside. She knew she should push him away. She knew she should refuse him.
Yet in that moment, she couldn’t.
She held his gaze, then slowly closed her eyes.
Just this once, she told herself—and it had to be the last time.
Later that night, lying in bed, Margo’s heart was in chaos. She tossed and turned, trapped in the memory of what had happened in the bar.
Restlessly, she touched her lips, tormented by the weight of that stolen moment.
In her turmoil, she failed to notice the phone beside her bed. Overnight, missed calls and messages from her agent and Dunn had piled up.
When she woke the next morning, she was overwhelmed by a flood of notifications—messages from her agent, and breaking news alerts.
Her vision went blank as she stared at the screen, frozen in disbelief.
Her name—along with Rory’s and Dunn’s—dominated the trending searches, pushed to the top by two very different sources.
One set of photos showed Margo and Dunn walking through a mall hand in hand. Another showed paparazzi shots of Margo and Rory sharing a passionate kiss in the bar.
The two series of images stole the spotlight, paired with a headline designed to provoke outrage: “Margo Perez, Straddling Two Worlds p>
Margo felt as if she’d been shoved into a storm. She stood at the center of uncertainty, stunned by how quickly everything had spiraled. She had never imagined her life could take such a chaotic turn.
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At last, her agent’s call came through. After a brief hesitation, Margo answered.
“Margo Perez! What in heaven’s name have you done this time? Have you completely lost your mind?” the agent roared, her voice shaking with fury.
Margo tried to speak, but nothing came out.
“What do you have to say for yourself? Do you think you can just stroll into trouble whenever you feel like it? It’s like you have a special talent for stirring up chaos!” the agent continued, her tirade relentless.
“I’m sorry,” Margo whispered. She had no other words.
“Save your apologies. They’re useless at this point. And you are not to say a word about this. The higher-ups will handle the fallout p>
Margo heard muffled voices on the agent’s end. After a few clipped remarks, the call ended.
Margo pulled her knees to her chest and stared at the missed calls and messages from Dunn, each one demanding to know where she was.
Gathering her resolve, she tapped out a reply and sent it.
When Dunn arrived at the hotel, Margo was still drowning in criticism and condemnation as her phone continued to buzz.