Chapter 49
Half an hour later, the beautifully dressed Megan rushed to the bar and sat down beside Christopher, her ample chest resting on his arm. “Christopher, I thought you wouldn‘t ask me out today.”
Stretching out his hand, Christopher pulled her into his embrace. “Drink with me.”
Casper and Steven remained silent and never mentioned Margaret again.
After a while, Christopher got mildly inebriated. Megan got up and went to the restroom to answer a call. “Mom, I‘m at the bar with Christopher. I may not be returning home tonight.”
As she was speaking, her cheeks blushed. She was full of confidence when she looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror. As long as he‘s drunk, I‘d have a chance.
“Get pregnant with Christopher‘s child as quickly as possible. That‘s the only way to save the Jenkins family,” remarked Hannah after a brief pause.
Pursing her lips, Megan replied with confidence, “Mom, I know you love me the most. I‘m your only daughter in this life. Margaret is no different from a peasant! Don‘t worry. I‘ll definitely become Mrs. Lewis!”
However, Hannah‘s tone turned indifferent, and she did not say anything else. “I‘m tired. I‘ll go to bed first.” With that said, she hung up the phone.
It was the first time she was so cold toward Megan. The latter felt a little upset, but when she thought that Christopher was still waiting for her, she quickly touched up her makeup in front of the mirror and returned to her seat.
Steven was good at livening up the atmosphere. The moment he grabbed the microphone and announced that Christopher would pay for everyone‘s bill that night, the crowd burst into an uproar.
Everyone at the scene knew that it was Christopher‘s birthday, but the person he cared for was not there.
He was well aware that the gift Fredrick passed to him was not prepared by Margaret, but he did not bother to call her out.
His gloomy mood and the lively atmosphere in the bar contrasted sharply. It was already midnight, and he still had no intention of leaving, even though he was
completely drunk.
Anxious, Megan wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered suggestively, “Christopher, you‘ve drunk too much. Let‘s get some rest.”
Once the man smelled the pungent perfume, he pushed her away subconsciously in disgust. His gaze and voice were cold. “Get lost!”.
Everyone immediately fell silent. Only the loud music in the bar could be heard.
It was the first time Megan saw that side of him. She was at a loss of what to do and burst into tears aggrievedly. “Christopher, why are you yelling at me? I‘m just worried about you.”
Several hostesses, who were sitting beside them, did not dare to say anything. Christopher was known across Dellmoor for being compassionate, flawless, and polite to everyone he met.
Steven and Casper were the only ones who were not surprised. Since they had known one another for more than ten years, they knew one another best.
Worried that negative news might surface if things got out of hand, they helped Christopher up. “Let‘s go back.”
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