Margaret opened the tap and let the water gush out of its mouth.
She splashed some cold water on her face, but the heat in Margaret remained undissipated - not even a little bit.
This was just like four years ago...
Thinking of what happened then, Margaret felt dizzy.
Was she going to experience once again the same despair that she went through four years ago?
Margaret bit her lip hard and tried to suppress the heat within her.
Her body felt so weak. She could only support herself against the wall to walk out of the room.
"Margaret." As soon as she left, she heard someone calling her.
Margaret frowned and raised her head. She saw Zachary, the douchebag who was all dressed up like a gentleman, standing there.
"I saw you in the private room just now." Zachary stared at her as he said.
"And?" Margaret shot back, raising her eyebrows.
Zachary was a little embarrassed to be interrogated. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" He asked her back.
"I do." She replied.
"What is it?" Zachary's eyes flashed a hint of wicked pride.
Sure enough, after all these years, this girl was still thinking about him.
"Please don't block my way, I have things to do." Margaret said while gritting her teeth.
"Why does this person keep on approaching me like a mangy dog? He's in the way." Margaret thought.
Zachary didn't expect that this was what Margaret wanted to say.
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