Chapter 1143
Chapter 1143:
“It’s none of your business.” Margo cut him off coldly, staring blankly at the condensation sliding down the glass.
Rory’s words echoed in her mind, over and over. “I’ve only ever treated Margo like a little sister p>
A sister.
Bitterness twisted in her chest.
She had always known Rory loved Annabel, yet hearing him say it so clearly—that he only saw her as a sister—still hurt. She bit her lower lip and tightened her grip on the glass.
She had stayed by Rory’s side for so long that she had fallen for him without realizing it. She had kept her feelings hidden until she finally worked up the courage to confess. He had rejected her. And yet she had always believed he treated her differently.
His gentleness. His smile. Everything about him.
Thinking of Rory made Margo’s eyes burn. She clutched the glass even tighter.
Suddenly, her phone rang inside her purse. Margo’s eyes lit up as she quickly pulled it out, but the moment she saw the caller ID, the smile vanished.
“Margo, where are you?” Her agent’s voice came through. “We have a shoot tomorrow, and the script has already been sent p>
“I don’t want to…” Margo mumbled, swallowed another drink, and let the loud music blare into the receiver.
Hearing the noise, the agent’s tone sharpened with alarm. “What is that? Where the hell are you? Are you p>
“It’s too noisy… I can’t hear you…” Margo slurred faintly. Without thinking, she…
Without warning, Margo hung up the phone. It was the first time she had ever done something like that.
The alcohol made her dizzy, and through her blurred vision, she vaguely saw someone walking toward her.
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“What a coincidence. Are you here alone?” Joziah asked as he sat down beside her.
Margo immediately recognized him and frowned in displeasure. Joziah had been pestering her for so long, and she could sense his ill intentions. Last time, Rory had stood up for her—and it had caused Rory serious trouble.
Joziah was the last person she expected to run into here, and she had no desire to entertain him.
She stood up to leave.
But the moment she moved, the dizziness hit her harder, and her vision swayed.
“Be careful.” After exchanging a glance, Joziah and the bartender reached out to steady Margo.
“Let me go.” Margo tried to shake off Joziah’s hand, but a sudden wave of weakness washed over her.
Even if her tolerance was low, she shouldn’t have felt this dizzy after only a drink or two. She pressed her fingers to her temples as her vision blurred.
What was happening?
She tried to stay alert and push the man away, but her limbs felt heavy, as if all her strength had drained out of her.