Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1331

Looking around the bar, Maggie managed to find Tompson in the darkness. When she set her eyes on a dark, private corner, she headed there spontaneously. She couldn't even see into the depths of the darkened booth, and though she wasn't sure of it, she felt that he was there. When she got closer to the corner booth, she saw Tompson was there drinking beer alone. There were dozens of empty bottles lying on the table.

Maggie sat down by his side. She glanced at the bottles on the table, and then at Tompson, frowning. "Didn't you say you haven't drunk beer for many years?"

He looked at Maggie with watery eyes. Then he shrugged his shoulders and answered carelessly, "I said that I haven't drunk for a while, but I didn't say that I quit drinking."

Maggie didn't know how to refute that, and she didn't really want to argue with him tonight. Maybe because of the secret past which she finally knew about, or maybe because of this moment, when she could feel his loneliness and sorrow.

"I have heard what happened to your family..." Maggie wanted to find a topic to break the awkward silence, but she just blurted this out without thinking.

He didn't reply immediately. After a few sips, he responded slowly, "It's almost 12 o'clock now. I was thinking that if you didn't show up at 12, I would just leave." He put down the bottle, and looked at her with a self-depreciating smile. Then he said to her, "I didn't know that you and Edgar got married today when I left you the note. I only found out after that, when someone told me over the phone."

Maggie nodded her head, saying, "Yes, we just got married today." She didn't know why she felt a little bit guilty when she admitted that.

"That's good," moving his eyes away, he said to her. "You two have made a lot of effort to be together. Now that you are finally married… Congratulations."

Maggie didn't know how to respond to his words, and she just looked at him with a heavy heart. He still looked like the same person she had known before, who seemed not to care about anything. However, she felt something was different about him.

"Tompson," Maggie bit her lips, looked at him and asked, "What are you planning to do next?"

He leaned back against the chair and smiled, "I haven't got any plans yet. Maybe go travelling for a while first. I'll wait to see after the New Year." Tompson turned his head, studying Maggie. Noticing that she was worried about him, he couldn't help laughing, "Look at your face! It almost looks like you think I am going to die."

"Aren't you?" she countered seriously.

Tompson shrugged, saying, "I don't really care about what happened to my family. My father should take the responsibility for what he has done. I do think he deserves that. People are supposed to be responsible for their own actions. As for me, I feel relieved. After all, finally, I don't have to live for them. I can do what I want to do now. I'm free."

Maggie's heart was getting heavier. She ordered a dozen beers, and began to drink with him.

"I am fine with so much beer, but are you sure you can cope?" Tompson asked, looking at her with his deep and sad eyes.