Chapter 1280
Chapter 1280:
“Ah, there you are.” Margo turned her head and forced a tight smile as Dunn stepped into the room.
“You have feelings for Rory, don’t you? Is that true?” His voice was hoarse, threaded with uncertainty and pain.
Dunn wasn’t a fool. Their time together had sharpened his instincts, and he’d been sensing something off—an unsettling trace that clung to Margo’s every move, no matter how carefully she tried to hide it.
In front of the camera, Margo could play any role with ease, but in her own life, her acting was clumsy at best.
“If your heart truly belongs to him, then I’ll step aside,” Dunn said, his fists clenched as if he had to force the words out. Only he knew how much courage it took to say that.
Margo was overwhelmed by a helpless ache. There was no point hiding the truth anymore.
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s true. I have feelings for Rory. But he’s in love with Annabel p>
“So you agreed to be my girlfriend just to provoke Rory?” Dunn’s words landed heavily, steeped in disappointment.
Margo lowered her head, unable to meet his eyes. Her voice was almost inaudible. “Maybe… at the beginning. Maybe that was part of it p>
Then she forced herself to look up. “But I also want to get Rory out of my head. I truly want to try—really try—to be with you p>
Dunn held her gaze. Then, as if making a vow, he sank to one knee beside the bed, his expression open with vulnerability and devotion.
“Margo, I’m in love with you p>
Margo froze. She lifted her tear-streaked face, emotions churning violently inside her. And then the dam broke—tears spilled freely down her cheeks.
Dunn reached out and gently wiped them away, his touch careful and tender.
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧
“So I’ll do everything I can,” he said softly, “to make you fall in love with me p>
Early the next morning, Annabel slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Her gaze soon landed on Rupert, who was seated on the balcony, absorbed in his newspaper.
The sunlight wasn’t as bright as it had been the previous days. Bathed in a soft golden glow, Rupert looked almost unreal—like a celestial being among mortals.
Annabel often wondered if it was a waste that someone as impossibly handsome as Rupert wasn’t an actor or a supermodel. In her eyes, he was even more charming than Rory.
As if sensing her stare, Rupert turned to look at her. The moment Annabel caught him looking back, she quickly buried her face under the blanket and pretended to be asleep.
Rupert set the newspaper aside and stood. He walked over unhurriedly, then leaned toward the woman curled beneath the covers.
“Are you awake?” he asked gently.
Annabel stayed silent, determined to keep up the act.