Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Drunken Shenanigans

Walter stood nearby, his heart pounding a mile a minute.

How the hell did Ms. Tucker get drunk?

She was passed out cold in bed just an hour ago. I leave for two seconds, and she’s hammered?

Andrew looks like a total nightmare right now!

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Walter watched as Margaret cupped Andrew’s face-her bold move sending his heart pounding like a drum.

He was terrified that Andrew might lose his patience and hurl her away.

“Hey… why aren’t you talking?” Margaret slurred, her words mumbled.

“Cute guy… you look just like my Andrew,” she said, her eyes hazy.

“Your face is so pretty-I like it!”

Then she raised her hand and smacked Andrew’s face a few times, bold as brass.

Watching this, Walter’s heart almost stopped.

Everyone else in the room felt a chill run down their spines, their eyes wide with horror as they stared at Margaret.

Oh my god!

Ms. Tucker actually dared to mess with Mr. Mohler like this?

She’s got a death wish, for sure.

Ignoring the drunk Margaret, Andrew turned his gaze to Walter. His mood was foul, and he snapped at Walter, “Walter, I told you to keep an eye on her. How the hell did this mess happen?”

His voice was filled with irritation.

Walter’s heart skipped a beat. Andrew’s voice is terrifying.

He replied nervously, “Andrew, I… I don’t know either…”

Walter felt wronged.

Andrew didn’t care about his excuses-he was in a terrible mood right now.

“You’re going to train with the Rose Legion for a week next week,” he ordered.

“Huh?” Walter was stunned.

“One more word, and I’ll add a day,” Andrew threatened.

Walter fell silent, his heart sinking. He was having the worst day ever.

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Chapter 117 Drunken Shenanigans

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Andrew, sitting in his wheelchair, looked colder by the second. An icy aura emanated from him, making him seem like a statue carved from ice.

And the drunk Margaret in his arms kept chattering away, occasionally threatening to blow his brains out!

One second she was yelling at him; the next she was wrapping her arms around his head and ruffling his hair.

“Andrew, your head feels just like a pet dog’s-it’s so soft to touch,” she mumbled.

“Andrew, you’re so handsome.

“Andrew, can I take you home and hide you away?”

Drunk and disoriented, her usual coldness had simply vanished into the wind.

“Andrew, I’ll sing you a song,” she said suddenly.

“I love you. Every beat, every breath, it’s you that’s on my mind.

“I love you. My heart’s wide open, lay it on the line.

“Andrew… do you love.me?”

It was hard to tell if she was singing or confessing, but Andrew’s ears turned a faint pink again.

“Andrew, answer me! Do you love me or not?”

Not hearing a response, Margaret pouted, unhappy. She grabbed his head with both hands and messed up his hair wildly.

Andrew’s neat, handsome hairstyle was now a tangled mess, like a bird’s nest.

He’d had enough. He growled, “Margaret, are you crazy? Do you think I won’t throw you out?”

His voice sounded flustered and annoyed.

So many people were watching.

Andrew was the kind of man who wouldn’t flinch even if a gun was pointed at his head. The fact that Margaret could get him this worked up was nothing short of a miracle.

The air in the living room was so thick with tension it was suffocating.

Walter didn’t dare say a word. Right now, he wished he could turn invisible-anyone who annoyed Andrew right now was asking for trouble.

In that split second, Andrew was pure menace. His stare’ could’ve cut glass it was so sharp.

Walter definitely didn’t want to get on his bad side.

But for Margaret, fear was a foreign concept-especially when she was drunk…

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