Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Haven’t You Suffered Enough?

Chapter 13 Haven’t You Suffered Enough?

Margaret fell silent.

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She suddenly remembered how she had just asked him, “Are you married?” and “Why not?” Now she felt incredibly rude-like she had been poking a knife straight into an open wound.

Well, he is pretty nice, then. He hasn’t thrown me out. He has even answered me politely.

She thought about her own newly activated S-class spiritual power. She thought about how Primo had said her potential was high. She thought about the moment that man’s gaze had shifted from contempt to curiosity.

Suddenly, she felt a little curious. What if someone like her, an S-class, could actually handle an SSS-class male’s power?

The thought flickered through her mind for only a second before she crushed it.

What are you thinking, Margaret? Haven’t you suffered enough? You want to follow in the original host’s footsteps?

When Margaret got back to the place that was technically still her home, it was already past four in the afternoon. The moment she pushed the door open, she felt that something was off.

Normally at this hour, those three guys would either be at the military base training recruits, or at the hospital keeping Phoebe company, or off somewhere doing their mysterious missions. In short, they were never here.

But today, there were four people in the living room.

Raikes sat on the single sofa, his long legs crossed, holding some kind of drink. He looked like he was posing for a magazine cover. Kiran sat on the other side, a book open on his lap, but his eyes weren’t on the pages-they kept drifting somewhere else. Ardon stood by the window, facing away from the living room, pretending to admire the view. His little scheme was written all over his face.

And right in the middle of the main sofa sat a female.

She was small-not fragile-small, but delicate in a way that seemed to come from deep inside. Her skin was pale. Her eyes tilted up slightly at the corners, with a natural hint of red around the edges-as she had just been crying. She wore a long, light beige dress made of soft fabric. It fit her perfectly, outlining her figure. The neckline was just low enough to show off her long, slender neck and elegant collarbones. Her hair was loosely pinned up in the back, with a few strands falling loose around her face.

She was tilting her head toward the door right now, a smile on her lips. It looked like she had known all along that Margaret would come back at this time, and she had been sitting here, waiting for her.

Margaret stopped in the entryway. She didn’t move.

Without meaning to, she compared herself to this person in front of her. The original host’s face wasn’t far from her own original one-just a small mole near her eye that added a bit of charm. Her face wasn’t bad. In fact, it was quite beautiful. But her bone structure was slightly larger than this woman’s. She had less of that fragile softness and more sharpness-high-brow bones, a straight nose, thin lips. When she wasn’t

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