Chapter 1277
Chapter 1277:
Rupert lifted an eyebrow and reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Are you sure about that?” he challenged.
The sudden move sent a shiver racing down Annabel’s spine. Only then did she realize she’d gotten herself into trouble. Just as she tried to make an excuse and slip away, Rupert pulled her back.
“Rupert! You’re such a rascal p>
On the set of “My Youth, My Call”
Margo’s performance went off without a hitch, but Rory seemed trapped in a fog of his own.
“Rory, what’s going on with you? You’ve been absent-minded lately,” his agent asked with concern, giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
“I apologize. Perhaps I’m simply tired. I’ll head back to the hotel now,” Rory replied. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t hide the turmoil in his eyes. With that, he left on his own.
Unbeknownst to Rory, Margo had witnessed the entire exchange and decided to follow him in secret.
As she expected, she soon saw Rory slip into a bar.
After a brief hesitation, she steadied herself and went in after him.
The bar throbbed with deafening music. Margo frowned as she scanned the room, discomfort tightening her expression. Finally, she spotted Rory tucked away in a deserted corner, sitting alone with a drink. His face was steeped in melancholy.
Biting her lip, Margo chose a seat that gave her a discreet view of him.
She didn’t notice that, nearby, someone was quietly angling a phone in their direction, ready to capture whatever happened next.
Rory kept his head down, eyes fixed on the photos on his phone.
One picture in particular—taken in secret a few days ago—still sat there.
As he stared at it, at the brilliant smile on Annabel’s face, memories of her engagement ceremony flooded his mind. The same light had been in her eyes when she looked at Rupert. Rory could see it clearly: she was happy.
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A heavy disappointment gathered in Rory’s gaze as he rubbed the rim of his glass with his thumb. Why hadn’t he been the one to give her that happiness? The thought echoed relentlessly as he lifted the bottle, searching for relief in the burn of alcohol.
In a reckless swallow, the strong liquor scorched his throat. He coughed hard, his face flushing red.
“Rory, have you lost your mind p>
The sharp voice above him yanked him out of his stupor. Rory looked up and saw Margo standing in front of him, already snatching the bottle from his hand.
“Why are you here?” Rory asked.
Rory frowned, clearly puzzled by Margo’s sudden appearance.
“If you can drown your sorrows in a place like this, why can’t I do the same?” Margo said, her eyes gleaming with stubborn determination as she took the seat beside him.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, Margo swallowed the words she really wanted to say. Instead, she poured Rory a glass of wine and slid it toward him.