Chapter 1309
Chapter 1309:
Outside, the cool night breeze made Margo shiver.
“Margo, do you even know what you’re doing?” Rory asked, looking at the woman in front of him as if she were a stranger.
“I’m striking,” she replied firmly.
Her stubbornness hardened Rory’s expression. “Is this because of William? I told you I’d help you p>
“Rory, are you really that blind?” Margo cut in quickly. Their eyes locked under the moonlight, and Rory’s face showed no sign of softening.
After a brief pause, Margo’s voice dropped, low and unsteady, as it reached him.
What she said next left him stunned.
“I thought… I thought you always knew, Rory. How can you be so cruel…” Margo murmured, shaking her head. An odd, bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“Margo…” Rory drew a deep breath, as if he had sensed something coming.
But before he could speak, she said it anyway.
“I like you, Rory p>
The confession was sudden, but sincere. For once, Margo didn’t hide behind shyness or denial the way she used to.
Rory turned his head away, refusing to meet her gaze. “I’ve already told you. I only see you as a sister p>
“I don’t want to be your sister!” Margo’s fists clenched. “I know you love Annabel, but she’s engaged to Rupert, isn’t she p>
“So what?” Rory replied coldly, forcing composure the moment Annabel’s name came up.
“Can’t you give me a chance?” Margo asked.
“And what about Dunn?” Rory’s question hit her like a punch to the gut.
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He was right—what about Dunn?
She had promised Dunn she would try to love him, and here she was, confessing to Rory instead.
“Margo, this isn’t a game. I hope you understand that,” Rory said with a sigh. He had already guessed she would react like this. “Just because I rejected you doesn’t give you the right to hurt someone else p>
“Hurt someone else…” Margo’s voice faded into a whisper. The name “Dunn” felt like a thorn lodged deep in her heart.
Rory looked at her for a moment, then decided to leave.
He thought it would be best to give her time—to cool down, to face reality, to process what was happening.
Margo sank down in a daze, slowly wrapping her arms around herself.
After a long silence, she took out her phone and dialed a number.
“Dunn… I think we should break up p>
Margo had been crouching beneath the branches for a while, her gaze fixed on the flickering screen of her phone. When she finally forced herself to stand, her agent was already striding toward her.
“Are you feeling better?” the agent asked, arms crossed, studying Margo’s expression carefully.