Chapter 1245
Chapter 1245:
Margo looked downcast, though the corners of her mouth still held a polite smile, masking what she truly felt.
She wanted a different reaction. Different words.
“He’s coming to pick me up later. I have to go now. See you tomorrow.” Margo hurried away, clutching her phone tightly.
To her, it felt like a messy escape. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
Just moments ago, she had considered confronting Rory.
But she realized how pointless it would be. What could she even ask him—and in what capacity?
When she looked up, Dunn was suddenly standing in front of her. He lowered his head slightly and pulled her into a gentle embrace.
“Why are you standing out here? What if you catch a cold p>
Feeling the stiffness in Dunn’s arms, Margo had the urge to push him away, but she held back.
“What? Do I look that fragile to you?” Margo shook her head and eased out of his embrace.
“Are you hungry? Should we get something to eat?” Dunn took her hand and helped her into the car.
Gazing at the bouquet Dunn had given her, Margo couldn’t help feeling a little helpless. “You’ve brought me so many flowers. I don’t even know where to put them p>
“Don’t girls usually like receiving gifts from their boyfriends?” Dunn’s hand paused on the steering wheel as he glanced at her.
“Your ex-girlfriends must have loved it,” Margo said, lightly brushing the petals as the words slipped out before she could stop them.
“Not really,” Dunn replied without hesitation.
Margo froze, unable to understand what he meant.
“I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I’ve never had feelings for anyone,” Dunn admitted. “You’re the first…” He turned his head, his long lashes trembling like butterfly wings. “I looked all of this up online. Were those just silly lies p>
Margo’s fingers stopped moving over the petals. She bit her lip lightly, then met Dunn’s eyes.
The dim light inside the car softened their faces, leaving a faint distance between them.
Dunn’s gaze wavered, and his grip on the wheel tightened. Then Margo looked away. “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat. You’ve already arranged everything, right p>
“Of course,” Dunn answered softly and started the car.
Margo leaned her head back against the seat, the bouquet held tightly in her arms, occasionally glancing at the scenery sliding past the window.
When they stopped at a red light, Dunn broke the silence with a quiet apology. “I’m sorry p>
“What for?” Margo hadn’t expected it.